So before I leave and become virtually uncontactable for a period of time, let me summarise what materialised over the later part of the week.
Thursday: An outing of sorts with YH, ZY and YJ. Hah, the Y's. To tell the truth, I play pool much worse than any of them. Even though I suggested pool. It's like how I love to play games I really am quite bad at. A painfully good example would be Risk. So you know we shared some more about our shared experiences. Really, it's a bit like getting stuck in the past, but I think that's perfectly fine at least for now, because that past really was quite an eventful one. We deserve our conversation's worth of discussion and mulling over it. YH really is an entertaining, top-notch conversationalist, ZY's the penultimate crapper/lamer/joker, and well, YJ has his moments and outbursts (of whatever, I don't know). Oh yes, the 3-scoops-for-3-dollars ice cream was welllll worth it.
Friday: It was supposed to be a major bridge session with B, HM and WY, but the package that day included a movie inspired by card-counters. So apt right, playing bridge right after that movie. Ahaha 'sweet sixteen'. Felt bad I was a little late, but other than that, I quite enjoyed the company, and having good hands for bridge. Turned down a chance at a gathering with some of the section, partly because I don't know how to play mahjong (and I don't intend to learn). Then, went for dinner with YX and SY, as a treat for SY's birthday and the many months of treasured friendship (hahaha). Had some mini lobster thing at a big discount, though I felt that the dish did not do plenty of justice to the crustacean (but neither did we, eating it and all), and then had a good ol' vanilla cone to fill 'er to the brim. After that, we went on a fruitless shopping jaunt for a Father's Day gift. Oh ya and I nearly lost my photocopied ID, having left it at MFM and going back an hour-plus later to get it. Thank God I found it!
Saturday: Had a sub with SY, YQ and HB. Long time since I've seen the latter two. And the former two, have had quite a good time so far compared to HB and I, so that's really... I'm really glad for them, ahaha. After a pseudo-discussion, we adjourned to a board games cafe, and well, played some games lah. Quite fun, especially the Bang! game (my second time playing), and the Ruby Rhino thing was interesting despite the lack of brains (or any effort, for that matter) needed. The Wrong Game was a bit of a let-down, not very challenging, but Blokus revealed the inner cunning in all of us. Like I didn't know, right, hahaha. Then after that, headed off to the COUSIN'S place to discuss about what to do for my maternal grandma's birthday. I'll just say this: "GAHHHH!" Okay.
So, on a totally unrelated note, I know where I'm going off to next. It's bittersweet (seems to be my new favourite word), because while I know many people want in on this, not many get selected in the end, and to some, it seems a prestige. But obviously the flipside is that there's going to be a lot of sacrifice and maybe even different levels of suffering to be had. Oh well, I'm going to take things as they come and cast it all unto Him. And that would be only in a matter of hours..!
Monday, June 22, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
back to life as we know it
So on Saturday, K and I went for this carnival thing at SAC, labelled Playmax. I guess it would have been a lot more exciting if you went in a bigger group, but the others K asked along couldn't make it, or could only make it late (and ended up cancelling on us). While I wouldn't say it was roaring fun or anything, it did give us a much-treasured opportunity for fellowship, and to just catch up with each other. Thing is though, at such carnivals, there'd be the quintessential carnival games in all their cheesy glory, but as we made our dutiful turns at each of them, we somehow really tried our best at not letting any of them get the better of us. So what if they were targeted at adolescents, they weren't very simple at all. Then after that we watched a strongman performance plus a slapstick sketch. Saw B and E, and various other familiars there as well. All in all, as an effort to reach out to the community and the youth in particular, I would commend the entire event, though I felt that the high ticket price would be a partial deterrent for some. After that, HM came over to catch up as well, and while they had their value-for-money subs, I ate some donated cookies. Yes, I have been gravely and terribly affected by the recession, haha. And it is then I have realised that it isn't actually entirely impossible to talk to girls about what I've gone through the past few weeks, ahaha.
These are what my keen information-gathering skills have come up with: K has a pretty happening social life. HM has a very, very happening social life.
Tuesday saw me going for the interview and test. Both were reasonably alright, and I guess I managed pretty well. Only thing is that I don't actually see myself in that academic field, so the entire process for me was pretty stress-free. Lunch at the restaurant there was really value-for-money (this term will become more important to me), given the kind of food and ambience for that kind of price - I really enjoyed it with the FATHER. After that in the evening, joined K, WY, HM and B plus J for a short while at the cafe, before following J to meet ZT, V and M. Talked A LOT about our shared (haha) experiences (strangely I'm not bored of it yet), watched some Peranakan play rehearsal, and had some good old vanilla cone.
These are what my keen information-gathering skills have come up with: Ambience is key to food enjoyment, more so than I have realised. ZT can keep his hair. M is still caught up with his experiences, haha, must have been unforgettable. V has somewhat higher levels of myostin (go look it up and you'll know what I mean).
Went out for lunch with the family on Wednesday, exploiting the various discounts and promotions restaurants have come up with because of the recession, er the Great Singapore Sale, I think. After that, caught up with B near her place, where they serve good (as always) apple strudel. I think this was the ultimate catching-up session EVER, we went on for a good four hours, talking about things that truly meant something. It was really meaningful fellowship for me, and hopefully for her as well.
These are what my keen information-gathering skills have come up with: B is a changed person, and I would say it is for the better. (:
Am thoroughly enjoying what little time I have before going back in, and looking forward to the rest of the week.
These are what my keen information-gathering skills have come up with: K has a pretty happening social life. HM has a very, very happening social life.
Tuesday saw me going for the interview and test. Both were reasonably alright, and I guess I managed pretty well. Only thing is that I don't actually see myself in that academic field, so the entire process for me was pretty stress-free. Lunch at the restaurant there was really value-for-money (this term will become more important to me), given the kind of food and ambience for that kind of price - I really enjoyed it with the FATHER. After that in the evening, joined K, WY, HM and B plus J for a short while at the cafe, before following J to meet ZT, V and M. Talked A LOT about our shared (haha) experiences (strangely I'm not bored of it yet), watched some Peranakan play rehearsal, and had some good old vanilla cone.
These are what my keen information-gathering skills have come up with: Ambience is key to food enjoyment, more so than I have realised. ZT can keep his hair. M is still caught up with his experiences, haha, must have been unforgettable. V has somewhat higher levels of myostin (go look it up and you'll know what I mean).
Went out for lunch with the family on Wednesday, exploiting the various discounts and promotions restaurants have come up with because of the recession, er the Great Singapore Sale, I think. After that, caught up with B near her place, where they serve good (as always) apple strudel. I think this was the ultimate catching-up session EVER, we went on for a good four hours, talking about things that truly meant something. It was really meaningful fellowship for me, and hopefully for her as well.
These are what my keen information-gathering skills have come up with: B is a changed person, and I would say it is for the better. (:
Am thoroughly enjoying what little time I have before going back in, and looking forward to the rest of the week.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Pop goes the weasel
So there go nine weeks, gone in a twinkling, a flash of time, seconds - so premature, yet so long-awaited. Perhaps it's true our education system is rather stifling; it's been quite a long while since I felt so different. Or maybe the experience of it all was just so starkly different from everything I'm used to, affecting me so greatly. But while all good things must come to an end, who says we can't procrastinate?
So quite immediately after it ended i.e. the next day, some of us booked badminton courts and well, played badminton. Been a long time since I touched the sport, so was a bit rusty when wielding my cobwebbed racquet. Though, it took only a while before I really started playing, and it was really fun playing with the rest of them, for three hours straight. After that, had some good chicken rice.
Then we went out again the next day! This time, with a bigger gang (admittedly, badminton's not everyone's sporting cup of tea, so.) of people, at Sentosa. It's kind of ironic, in that we already had so much sun, but you know, uneven, ugly tan lines call for such ironic measures. Basically I tried my hand in sports I previously wouldn't touch, like frisbee or beach volleyball, and doing all sorts of myriad crap in between. Operative phrase being 'tried my hand'. They were fun, but I prefer just soaking in the sea, and engaging in meaningful conversation, haha. Oh and we had dinner at ******! (the exclamation mark is not a typo), and I will tell you now that the service there should be banished to the darkest depths of some abysmal abyss. Food was passable given the not-so-value-for-my-hard-earned-money pricing, but giving us the wrong order and being so unwilling to do anything about it just about breaks the golden rule of service: No, it's not that the customer is always right, but, that reason is always right i.e. unreasonable service personnel shouldn't even be working at all. Anyway.
Hopefully, we'll get to see each other again, and given the slim chance of doing so, it is indeed some sort of obese, fat-ridden hope. Nonetheless, it's still worth hoping. We could continue procrastinating and ignoring the deadline presented to us just two days ago, keeping in touch even as we move on in different directions.
So quite immediately after it ended i.e. the next day, some of us booked badminton courts and well, played badminton. Been a long time since I touched the sport, so was a bit rusty when wielding my cobwebbed racquet. Though, it took only a while before I really started playing, and it was really fun playing with the rest of them, for three hours straight. After that, had some good chicken rice.
Then we went out again the next day! This time, with a bigger gang (admittedly, badminton's not everyone's sporting cup of tea, so.) of people, at Sentosa. It's kind of ironic, in that we already had so much sun, but you know, uneven, ugly tan lines call for such ironic measures. Basically I tried my hand in sports I previously wouldn't touch, like frisbee or beach volleyball, and doing all sorts of myriad crap in between. Operative phrase being 'tried my hand'. They were fun, but I prefer just soaking in the sea, and engaging in meaningful conversation, haha. Oh and we had dinner at ******! (the exclamation mark is not a typo), and I will tell you now that the service there should be banished to the darkest depths of some abysmal abyss. Food was passable given the not-so-value-for-my-hard-earned-money pricing, but giving us the wrong order and being so unwilling to do anything about it just about breaks the golden rule of service: No, it's not that the customer is always right, but, that reason is always right i.e. unreasonable service personnel shouldn't even be working at all. Anyway.
Hopefully, we'll get to see each other again, and given the slim chance of doing so, it is indeed some sort of obese, fat-ridden hope. Nonetheless, it's still worth hoping. We could continue procrastinating and ignoring the deadline presented to us just two days ago, keeping in touch even as we move on in different directions.
Sunday, June 07, 2009
reflective half-essay
Okay it's coming to an end soon - for the most of it, it was quite fun, even exciting. Obviously it wasn't ALL good, if not it would be Bali, but other than that, it was seriously much better than expected. I'm not sure how I would be able to adjust to another environment without the people I've been through with so much so far, plus how I still would be detached from my original circle of family and friends for yet another period of time. I feel like I'm writing some reflective essay, and maybe I am, but it's really how other people have put it - I went in not expecting much, yet came out of it bringing plenty.
Many of them, the people I've met and interacted with so much over the few short weeks, they were certainly not perfect. They could do much better with cleaner language, maybe a few pointers on courtesy and etiquette, but who am I to judge. Most of them, I find, would agree that all such good things must come to an end (and a very short and premature end might I add), even as we may not enjoy the routine and regimen of it so much, we certainly enjoyed each other's company as we went through each bit of it, complaining and crapping together. Somehow, a bit of me wishes this would not end but continue on for the rest of the time I have to serve, just remaining on that piece of land up northeast, continuing to do what we do. Pretty aimless, but definitely a lot of fun (it's funny how I find it fun when I'm out, but when I'm in, it isn't really so).
Many of them, the people I've met and interacted with so much over the few short weeks, they were certainly not perfect. They could do much better with cleaner language, maybe a few pointers on courtesy and etiquette, but who am I to judge. Most of them, I find, would agree that all such good things must come to an end (and a very short and premature end might I add), even as we may not enjoy the routine and regimen of it so much, we certainly enjoyed each other's company as we went through each bit of it, complaining and crapping together. Somehow, a bit of me wishes this would not end but continue on for the rest of the time I have to serve, just remaining on that piece of land up northeast, continuing to do what we do. Pretty aimless, but definitely a lot of fun (it's funny how I find it fun when I'm out, but when I'm in, it isn't really so).
Friday, May 29, 2009
nicely put
It's about time I came back here; previously everything was a mad rush, making me give this a little miss. These few weeks have been full of pleasant surprises as well as a little disappointment, but I guess these pass over me really quickly, because by then, I realise all of these were somewhat expected. So I can't really call them surprises. Then again, they do surprise me. I'm being so vague I think no one else will know what I'm talking about except me. Yes, that's what vague is. I forget.
Okay shall move on to the more tangible experiences I've gone through. Still need to be vague about it due to certain national obligations, but good enough I guess. Over the period, I've been given many roles to play, and certain responsibilities to fulfil. And over that same period, I guess I've learnt an extraordinary amount about myself, and I thank God for that.
I guess as many people know me, I'm very conservative in many very different ways. I shy away from the new and untested, and stick to the routine, often uncomfortable out of my, well, comfort zone. But what I've gone through over the past seven or so weeks, has given me a new confidence in the abilities that I've been blessed with. Not to say they are anything much, but certainly, they aren't nothing either. Taking the lead in an environment with ultra-dominant personalities of course was not easy, but to me, it felt natural, in the sense of hey-it's-actually-not-so-bad-after-all.
I think morally as well, I've kept my ground pretty well. It undeniably takes a lot for one to remain oneself in that kind of environment, where you are bombarded with many different influences in varying degrees very frequently. I still believe that the narrow path is worth taking, no matter how hard it may be.
Ah okay, still very much vague. But at the very least I know what I'm talking about. (:
Okay shall move on to the more tangible experiences I've gone through. Still need to be vague about it due to certain national obligations, but good enough I guess. Over the period, I've been given many roles to play, and certain responsibilities to fulfil. And over that same period, I guess I've learnt an extraordinary amount about myself, and I thank God for that.
I guess as many people know me, I'm very conservative in many very different ways. I shy away from the new and untested, and stick to the routine, often uncomfortable out of my, well, comfort zone. But what I've gone through over the past seven or so weeks, has given me a new confidence in the abilities that I've been blessed with. Not to say they are anything much, but certainly, they aren't nothing either. Taking the lead in an environment with ultra-dominant personalities of course was not easy, but to me, it felt natural, in the sense of hey-it's-actually-not-so-bad-after-all.
I think morally as well, I've kept my ground pretty well. It undeniably takes a lot for one to remain oneself in that kind of environment, where you are bombarded with many different influences in varying degrees very frequently. I still believe that the narrow path is worth taking, no matter how hard it may be.
Ah okay, still very much vague. But at the very least I know what I'm talking about. (:
Saturday, May 09, 2009
mini rant
I don't get what's so difficult about letting us off for external appointments that have the potential in deciding the course of our future. It's merely a few hours off and a whole fuss is being stirred up, bureaucratically inflexible much? The whole hierarchal authority thing with the chain of command is surely impeding everything and anything, and that's why so little is being done. I mean, year in and year out, they'll be facing this same problem over and over again, inevitably, so why not make things easier for both sides?
On another note, I think I've successfully lost touch with civilisation. Not entirely, but close enough. Somehow everything seems so different and new to me when I'm out.
On another note, I think I've successfully lost touch with civilisation. Not entirely, but close enough. Somehow everything seems so different and new to me when I'm out.
Saturday, May 02, 2009
BAAACK
Ahahaha I'm back! It's good to be back. Then again, I'll be back THERE tomorrow. Oh well, over the days I was back I didn't have the energy to contact many friends at all, the entire experience really drained me physically. Though, I did eat quite a bit of good food, to redeem all the nasty culinary specimens I was doomed to consume for the period. The hotel buffet I went to just now is probably one of the most worth-it ones I've ever patronised. But only because of the huge discount offered. The PARENTS really do know me well.
On another note, let me recount the good and the bad. Though I'm probably bound not to say much because of certain obligations, let's just discuss the common public conceptions and I'll add in my own personal anecdotes. That shouldn't be against the law, ya? Haha.
Okay, let's just be clear about this. There is plenty of such influence in there, I am certain. EVERYONE does it, from the highest to the lowest. I've seen and I've heard, and it's no secret. That being said, I can still proudly claim truthfully that I have NOT been affected as such. No, I am still the same innocent, pure and undeniably mild-mannered little lamb I've always been. You may find it hard to believe, but those who've known me for some time will know that it's not impossible. I have yet to be on the same language wavelength as the others in there, and so far, surprisingly, there has not been any negative backlash. In fact, I think some people think it's awesome. I think it is too.
NO LOR. Yes sometimes there's some time to do stuff, but it's not personal stuff. I've very little time to myself, so much so I've only read two pages of the book I brought. The schedule is very, very packed, and it drains one physically quite a lot, especially because I'm in a special group. In fact the whole thing is pretty rushed - mealtimes are insanely short and there's little time to sit and even be still. The learning and adaptation curve is pretty steep as a result. Maybe it's because I'm not too used to it, I'm quite a slow-moving person after all. Though, the days tend to stretch there, and so, it feels like it has been a very rushed two years in the two-plus weeks I was there.
Definitely true to some extent. It does things to people, and people do things to it. But what is sure is that there are some who are made for it. I've seen people who show a true passion for it, and I respect them for that. I can't say I have the same devotion, but I'm just taking things one step at a time. I need more time to adjust, and before that, I hope the system forgives me (so far I haven't got into any mishap!). The people around me have been surprisingly friendly and amiable, and I've made a good number of close friends in just this period alone. Something tells me there are many hidden blessings in disguise, and I will for the life of me dig them out.
It perhaps is one of the most otherworldly (haha) experiences for me so far; everything's really different (I'm being so vague here but that's how it has to be sadly :( ). New resolution: to make the best out of it.
On another note, let me recount the good and the bad. Though I'm probably bound not to say much because of certain obligations, let's just discuss the common public conceptions and I'll add in my own personal anecdotes. That shouldn't be against the law, ya? Haha.
Conception #1: People come out of it with a newfound knowledge of profane and vulgar language, and the irresistible urge to practise it.
Okay, let's just be clear about this. There is plenty of such influence in there, I am certain. EVERYONE does it, from the highest to the lowest. I've seen and I've heard, and it's no secret. That being said, I can still proudly claim truthfully that I have NOT been affected as such. No, I am still the same innocent, pure and undeniably mild-mannered little lamb I've always been. You may find it hard to believe, but those who've known me for some time will know that it's not impossible. I have yet to be on the same language wavelength as the others in there, and so far, surprisingly, there has not been any negative backlash. In fact, I think some people think it's awesome. I think it is too.
Conception #2: It's very slack lah.
NO LOR. Yes sometimes there's some time to do stuff, but it's not personal stuff. I've very little time to myself, so much so I've only read two pages of the book I brought. The schedule is very, very packed, and it drains one physically quite a lot, especially because I'm in a special group. In fact the whole thing is pretty rushed - mealtimes are insanely short and there's little time to sit and even be still. The learning and adaptation curve is pretty steep as a result. Maybe it's because I'm not too used to it, I'm quite a slow-moving person after all. Though, the days tend to stretch there, and so, it feels like it has been a very rushed two years in the two-plus weeks I was there.
Conception #3: A lot of people hate it for what it is.
Definitely true to some extent. It does things to people, and people do things to it. But what is sure is that there are some who are made for it. I've seen people who show a true passion for it, and I respect them for that. I can't say I have the same devotion, but I'm just taking things one step at a time. I need more time to adjust, and before that, I hope the system forgives me (so far I haven't got into any mishap!). The people around me have been surprisingly friendly and amiable, and I've made a good number of close friends in just this period alone. Something tells me there are many hidden blessings in disguise, and I will for the life of me dig them out.
It perhaps is one of the most otherworldly (haha) experiences for me so far; everything's really different (I'm being so vague here but that's how it has to be sadly :( ). New resolution: to make the best out of it.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Centennial
It's the hundredth post, and fittingly, it'll look to be the last for quite a while, since I'll be militarily occupied come 13th April. I'll certainly try to post nonetheless, because I've found so many reasons to do it. And I think I'll miss writing here, partly because it's become semi-routine for me. Oh and this may sound lame, but for this post, let me try typing the entire way WITHOUT the use of the backspace function. Just to let y'all see what comes out of it. Maybe it'll be infinitely interesting. Maybe it'll be downirhgt embarrassing. SHUCKS. *points at stupid mistake*
Let's start from Wednesday, shall we? (Ok I gind myself typing rather slowly, but SHUCJS there are still mistakes SHUCKS)(
Ok on Wdnesday I gfinally got my treat from J! I dont understand why so many people look so different. Either that, or they had their entire image overhauled ofr something. Is it to escape the shcakles of the schoolgirl image? Or schoolboy image? But I thought it was in whgat. Anyhow. So we went to T3 for lunch. Oh ya the treat was for my apparent help with her CSE IS. Whether or not my help proved, erm, helpful, I still rightfully got that treat okay. (See this is what happens when I can't backspace or edit - the coherence of the whatever I am supposed to produce just isn't there! THIS ISN'T ME I REPEAT THIS ISN'T ME.) Oh ya and I'm really happy for her! And glad.
WEDNESDAY NIGHT WAS iT. Another buffet, this time at a downtown hotel. Supposedly for my results i.e. a form of celebration. On a related note, other people TRAVEL AROUND THE WORLD to celebrate their resul;ts/graduation from junior college etc. but I get a dinner. Well I guess I still do appreciate it, since I do know how hard it is for my parents to earn money, and that we are alspo not that well-off. And they do know how to please me. A buffet is definitely more than enough. Okay lor, the usual. JUST ATE A LOT. What e;se tp do. I never thought I'd say this though, but I AM getting a ;little tired of eating alot. Oh well, this feeling wouldn't stay for long lah, it's not as if where I am soon going to will pamper me with gourmet cuisine ofr whatever. (My fingers are really dumb they are ot listening to me.)
Thursday night went out with G to IKEA restaurant/cafe at ALEXANDRA HOW FAR CAN YOU GET. It was really funny, because we missed each other two times, while trying to meet there. Probably couldn't recognise each other lah, didn't meet for so long, haha. TALKED LIKE A LOT. And then there was this elderly man (not as much as old as he was weird) who sat next to us (being the kind souls that we are. Actually, no, since he just sat himself down besdie us, I think) and proceeded with his meal. That's okay actually, until he finished his meal, and sat there for I think nearly a full halrf hour NOT DOING ANYTHING. G suspected something was up with the guy, and I of course couldn't disagree. I mean, sitting there and doing nothing, cannot just mean that he's enjoying the air-conditioning right? You know what maybe I do attract weird people. Then we went to a shjopping centre opposite where almost every boutique was a factory outlet!!! EQUATES to branded goods at low low prices. Couldn't fathom why all the outlets were there though. So weird. To make up for my stinky present of a file, I bought the BROTHER a cheap handphone pouch. THAT USED TO COST UNREASONABLY HIGH. So you see the gifts I buy are still thoughful (!), but nonetheless cheap and extremely cost-effective.
Friday morning went for a McDonald's breakfast with the FAMILY minus BROTHER, and for SOME reason, met a few familiar people at the Siglap outlet. Small world man. Too small in fact! Even though those were friendlyt faces. Then in the afternoon entertained SY, HM, JY, C, B at my place. First time having so many people over, and it wasn't even my idea! But ya, it was alright, though I suspect some of them got bored even before playing Risk but I tell you you should have seen their faces during the game. All the strategists were strategising and ONCE AGAIN I'M LIKE THE DE FACTO TARGET WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE LET ME WIN FOR ONCE I HATE PLAYING WITH TJ PEOPLE hahaha. Oh before that let me now credit the MOTHER for the shepherd's pie and a friend for the tiramisu. Come to my house will get good food to eat don't even need to order pizza, how worth it. Well, I do hope they had fun even though Veggietales didn't quite agree with the DVD player. Minnesota Cuke would have tickled them all lah.
Oh and on Saturday I had an interview and test with ***, and I guess everything went rather smoothly, without any major hiccups. But by the looks of the profile of the interviewee population there, I do doubt that it is a place for me to study well in and to basically lead a fulfilling university career. I just can't seem to imagine myself as a student there, but I guess I'll still consider it, even though I might be so disinclined towards it at the moment.
So yes, I'm about to go in this Monday, and in th elast few days I've certainly found out friends and friends' friends who would be going in on the same day as me, which would probably mean that they might very well end up in the same grouping as me. Well, I guess that is probably a little of relief; familiar faces should make things a lot easier. I'll just have to keep reminding myself that this is perhaps an experience which would benefit me a lot more than I realise, and put everything into His hands. Hope to do good!
Let's start from Wednesday, shall we? (Ok I gind myself typing rather slowly, but SHUCJS there are still mistakes SHUCKS)(
Ok on Wdnesday I gfinally got my treat from J! I dont understand why so many people look so different. Either that, or they had their entire image overhauled ofr something. Is it to escape the shcakles of the schoolgirl image? Or schoolboy image? But I thought it was in whgat. Anyhow. So we went to T3 for lunch. Oh ya the treat was for my apparent help with her CSE IS. Whether or not my help proved, erm, helpful, I still rightfully got that treat okay. (See this is what happens when I can't backspace or edit - the coherence of the whatever I am supposed to produce just isn't there! THIS ISN'T ME I REPEAT THIS ISN'T ME.) Oh ya and I'm really happy for her! And glad.
WEDNESDAY NIGHT WAS iT. Another buffet, this time at a downtown hotel. Supposedly for my results i.e. a form of celebration. On a related note, other people TRAVEL AROUND THE WORLD to celebrate their resul;ts/graduation from junior college etc. but I get a dinner. Well I guess I still do appreciate it, since I do know how hard it is for my parents to earn money, and that we are alspo not that well-off. And they do know how to please me. A buffet is definitely more than enough. Okay lor, the usual. JUST ATE A LOT. What e;se tp do. I never thought I'd say this though, but I AM getting a ;little tired of eating alot. Oh well, this feeling wouldn't stay for long lah, it's not as if where I am soon going to will pamper me with gourmet cuisine ofr whatever. (My fingers are really dumb they are ot listening to me.)
Thursday night went out with G to IKEA restaurant/cafe at ALEXANDRA HOW FAR CAN YOU GET. It was really funny, because we missed each other two times, while trying to meet there. Probably couldn't recognise each other lah, didn't meet for so long, haha. TALKED LIKE A LOT. And then there was this elderly man (not as much as old as he was weird) who sat next to us (being the kind souls that we are. Actually, no, since he just sat himself down besdie us, I think) and proceeded with his meal. That's okay actually, until he finished his meal, and sat there for I think nearly a full halrf hour NOT DOING ANYTHING. G suspected something was up with the guy, and I of course couldn't disagree. I mean, sitting there and doing nothing, cannot just mean that he's enjoying the air-conditioning right? You know what maybe I do attract weird people. Then we went to a shjopping centre opposite where almost every boutique was a factory outlet!!! EQUATES to branded goods at low low prices. Couldn't fathom why all the outlets were there though. So weird. To make up for my stinky present of a file, I bought the BROTHER a cheap handphone pouch. THAT USED TO COST UNREASONABLY HIGH. So you see the gifts I buy are still thoughful (!), but nonetheless cheap and extremely cost-effective.
Friday morning went for a McDonald's breakfast with the FAMILY minus BROTHER, and for SOME reason, met a few familiar people at the Siglap outlet. Small world man. Too small in fact! Even though those were friendlyt faces. Then in the afternoon entertained SY, HM, JY, C, B at my place. First time having so many people over, and it wasn't even my idea! But ya, it was alright, though I suspect some of them got bored even before playing Risk but I tell you you should have seen their faces during the game. All the strategists were strategising and ONCE AGAIN I'M LIKE THE DE FACTO TARGET WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE LET ME WIN FOR ONCE I HATE PLAYING WITH TJ PEOPLE hahaha. Oh before that let me now credit the MOTHER for the shepherd's pie and a friend for the tiramisu. Come to my house will get good food to eat don't even need to order pizza, how worth it. Well, I do hope they had fun even though Veggietales didn't quite agree with the DVD player. Minnesota Cuke would have tickled them all lah.
Oh and on Saturday I had an interview and test with ***, and I guess everything went rather smoothly, without any major hiccups. But by the looks of the profile of the interviewee population there, I do doubt that it is a place for me to study well in and to basically lead a fulfilling university career. I just can't seem to imagine myself as a student there, but I guess I'll still consider it, even though I might be so disinclined towards it at the moment.
So yes, I'm about to go in this Monday, and in th elast few days I've certainly found out friends and friends' friends who would be going in on the same day as me, which would probably mean that they might very well end up in the same grouping as me. Well, I guess that is probably a little of relief; familiar faces should make things a lot easier. I'll just have to keep reminding myself that this is perhaps an experience which would benefit me a lot more than I realise, and put everything into His hands. Hope to do good!
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Shaven and shorn
That's what I am right now, in preparation for the BIG DAY. WHOOOOOO.
To prepare myself for the supposed shock that most guys get that is, when they see themselves in all the bald and shiny glory, in front of the mirror in all its bald and shiny glory. Surprisingly though, I was instead rather shocked, that I wasn't that shocked. I guess there was a bald guy in me after all. Okay lah I'm not completely bald, but close.
My head looks a lot bigger than it used to (which is saying a lot because my head really is the big and round type. Sad but true), and it feels a little lighter as well, as though an elephant finally decided to alight and go on its merry way to Africa instead of hitching a ride on my head.
I won't say I look doobish, but close to that. On the contrary, some people I've met so far say that I look better. To that, I seriously wonder how I looked like to the same people before the hair was gone. I must have looked doobish.
On another note, I am seriously glad Ms K is my referee. I handed her yet another report on such a tight deadline, but she still did it for me anyway WITHOUT telling me off. Thank God for her!
OH ON A RELATED NOTE, I don't get why some universities BOTHER to use online application portals when they can't even get the portals to work properly. I don't understand that at all. Okay so they may want to keep up with rest of the seemingly superior competition (because these universities actually do have proper, working portals), but if your portal isn't going to work properly at all, that whole impression you're trying to give? IT'S GONE, YOU LAWN.
AND ON ANOTHER RELATED NOTE, I seriously hope universities and scholarship providers alike do manage to make the effort to at least contact me or someone in the FAMILY, if anything. Please do not follow the example of *** and call me, drop me a lame voicemail, and leave it at that, expecting me to eagerly dial the number and listen to the voicemail in great, giggly anticipation. At least email lah. Interviews are good and beneficial you know, everyone should have them for breakfast.
Yeah, I think scholarship providers should give EVERYONE who applied the chance to be interviewed. If not for practical reasons such as casting the net wide enough, it should be for patriotic reasons, because the first interview is always the stinkiest. I remember having my first interview (not telling where/who/when), and it stank so bad they fainted. Like seriously, there I was not really quite knowing what to say, giving answers that sounded like they were to the point but after some thinking through I think they knew I didn't know what I was talking about. And I had the weird habit of looking heavenwards when I was thinking, which probably irritated them. I think. *looks heavenwards*
So as I was saying (shaddap I didn't digress, ALL of it was to the sharpest point), if these providers provided more people with interview opportunities, many of us would instantly become more eloquent speakers and express ourselves better (this one I'm serious). Then all of us can become better than some of the angmohs that many Singaporean office workers complain about (all talk no work), because, we, can, then, TALK AND WORK. So see it's patriotic okayrestmycaseIwin.
Side-note: Ah see, no food mentioned in this post. Haha.
To prepare myself for the supposed shock that most guys get that is, when they see themselves in all the bald and shiny glory, in front of the mirror in all its bald and shiny glory. Surprisingly though, I was instead rather shocked, that I wasn't that shocked. I guess there was a bald guy in me after all. Okay lah I'm not completely bald, but close.
My head looks a lot bigger than it used to (which is saying a lot because my head really is the big and round type. Sad but true), and it feels a little lighter as well, as though an elephant finally decided to alight and go on its merry way to Africa instead of hitching a ride on my head.
I won't say I look doobish, but close to that. On the contrary, some people I've met so far say that I look better. To that, I seriously wonder how I looked like to the same people before the hair was gone. I must have looked doobish.
On another note, I am seriously glad Ms K is my referee. I handed her yet another report on such a tight deadline, but she still did it for me anyway WITHOUT telling me off. Thank God for her!
OH ON A RELATED NOTE, I don't get why some universities BOTHER to use online application portals when they can't even get the portals to work properly. I don't understand that at all. Okay so they may want to keep up with rest of the seemingly superior competition (because these universities actually do have proper, working portals), but if your portal isn't going to work properly at all, that whole impression you're trying to give? IT'S GONE, YOU LAWN.
AND ON ANOTHER RELATED NOTE, I seriously hope universities and scholarship providers alike do manage to make the effort to at least contact me or someone in the FAMILY, if anything. Please do not follow the example of *** and call me, drop me a lame voicemail, and leave it at that, expecting me to eagerly dial the number and listen to the voicemail in great, giggly anticipation. At least email lah. Interviews are good and beneficial you know, everyone should have them for breakfast.
Yeah, I think scholarship providers should give EVERYONE who applied the chance to be interviewed. If not for practical reasons such as casting the net wide enough, it should be for patriotic reasons, because the first interview is always the stinkiest. I remember having my first interview (not telling where/who/when), and it stank so bad they fainted. Like seriously, there I was not really quite knowing what to say, giving answers that sounded like they were to the point but after some thinking through I think they knew I didn't know what I was talking about. And I had the weird habit of looking heavenwards when I was thinking, which probably irritated them. I think. *looks heavenwards*
So as I was saying (shaddap I didn't digress, ALL of it was to the sharpest point), if these providers provided more people with interview opportunities, many of us would instantly become more eloquent speakers and express ourselves better (this one I'm serious). Then all of us can become better than some of the angmohs that many Singaporean office workers complain about (all talk no work), because, we, can, then, TALK AND WORK. So see it's patriotic okayrestmycaseIwin.
Side-note: Ah see, no food mentioned in this post. Haha.
Friday, April 03, 2009
PHWOAR #2
It is official. PHWOAR stands for Posterity Happens When Occasions Are Remembered (I'm good at acronyms I know I know I know). Which basically means a post because I need to remember the things that happen to me, even if they seem trivial, because all the little things add up!
Okay last time I blogged was last Wednesday, so let's do a little time-travelling.
When it was Thursday, on the 26th day of March, the boss gave us ALL a treat! Supposedly in my honour some more. Now you can't get that at a huge firm because that'll just be plain uneconomical. So we went for, er, Thai-Indonesian-Peranakan-anything-you-can-find-in-Southeast-Asia-just-throw-it-in food! It was filling, but...
To be honest, my discerning tastebuds could tell that the assam prawns weren't assam enough, the tom yum soup wasn't tom yum (or is it yam?) enough. Basically, the tastes should be sharper and more flavourful. The chef must have had a scolding from the boss, that's what I think. Either that or he is a boring old man.
After work I went home and TOILED till 4am. See later why.
OKAY FRIDAY THAT DAY. My last day of work. Note the lack of exclamation mark because I was sad. That was bad. They specially cooked porridge and brought a lot of side dishes, and then sat me down and made me eat lunch with them, hahaha. (One of the aunties said that I was now all ready for NS, after they had given me enough nutrition already. Which is quite true.) Anyhow after lunch I gave them each a personalised letter that I had TOILED over the night before. They were really quite touched (and rightly so! A lot of effort put in, until I dozed off midway I NEVER DO THAT), some with tears in their eyes (didn't cry lah but can see). So that basically dragged on until the end of the day where they each came up to me and said their goodbyes and gave me some motherly advice hahaha. And I hope they'll make good on their promise to let me know to go back if they've got some good food (yes that's most important and probably one of the things I'll miss most).
OKAY SATURDAY. Ate breakfast with M (no shaddap it's not Judi Dench) at Delifrance. Somehow that place manages to make very little food seem like a lot (and that's saying a lot because I can eat a lot). Or maybe it's because of the free flow of coffee/tea (the MOTHER says that's quite worth it because tea at pseudo-café establishments tend to be overpriced). We talked a lot (yes I only eat and talk don't ask me to do anything else), and well, I'm glad to be of some help at least. (:
After that I went to get a little something for the BROTHER'S birthday. Actually got him two brightly-coloured, screaming Disney files (on purpose because all his things no colour), but the SISTER spied a file she liked after I bought them both and went for lunch with the PARENTS plus her. So now the BROTHER has the file with the Disney babies in all their infant glory. Haha and I actually forewarned the BROTHER that the file was fake, only to let him tell me actually it was the real deal. Okay I feel appeased for the weirdly high price for a piece of flimsy plastic. Oh and I'm so sad I couldn't eat much during lunch because I ate too much breakfast. That's how I get emo, hahaha (okay shall shaddap).
OKAY SUNDAY. So after church and cell group, I FINALLY meet SY and YX for dinner. You know where? It's the Heartland LINE-OF-SHOPS-IN-AN-AIR-CONDITIONED-ENVIRONMENT, that's where. NO it cannot be called Heartland MALL, because it is seriously made up of too few shops and too narrow walkways it becomes a concrete pasar malam. Oh wait pasar malam got more shops hahaha. So I went there and ate from some Hong Kong cafe thing that CHARGES FOR PLAIN WATER HOW LAME CAN THIS GET I DON'T GET THEM. But the food was okay though YX was complaining about the LOUSY CURRY HOW LAME CAN THIS GET SHE DOESN'T GET THEM.
OH YES AND THANK GOD I WENT AND MET UP WITH THEM, REALLY. A certain university required both submission of both application AND supporting documents ON THE SAME DAY and I didn't realise it until then! FIASCO (actually the word sounds quite vulgar). If not for them, I'd probably miss the last boat. And Ms K was also very nice about it even though I informed her late.
On to happier and less stressful things. I got my overdue present! Aaaand, it's a bag with apparently feminine buckles as mentioned by SY. How anti-climatic, bestowing a, might I add, rather expensive present and then whoosh, pouring all the cold water on it, hahahaha. BUT NO, it's not feminine! Where got buckles feminine?! Like that guys cannot wear belts because they have freaking big feminine buckles in the middle ABOVE the nether regions... So it's like imposing its feminity on the symbol of manhood, suppressing it even! *HERRR!* (no it's not a war-cry for feminist, Amazonian women warriors a la "HER! HER! HER!" but the sound that is produced when a sharp breath is drawn a la *HERRR!*) But no, buckles are but unisex accessories, asexual even. So that means that SY and YX know me pretty well, ahaha. Well, the bag is nice, and through my brilliant deductions, I know the general price of the bag, HEEEHEEE. Anyhow, thanks to the both of you! Going to try use it some before going in.
OKAY MONDAY. Ms K got back to me really quickly, it is much appreciated. Spent the day doing applications.
OKAY TUESDAY DITTO MONDAY.
OKAY WEDNESDAY. Today I met SY's paternal side of the family, or more like the one whom paternal is derived from. He chauffeured SY and me to the university to drop off our applications and documents. I got a rude shock over there when I realised the website instructions were different from the words coming out from the admissions officer's mouth. Breakdown in communication much?
So of course I had to tell the truth: that it was their fault. No, really. Anyway that was settled soon after (I hope). Then SY's father brought us for lunch there. It was quite a nice place as well, and I wished that he didn't spend so much on my meal. Even I do feel bad sometimes no matter how appearances may deceive you, hahaha. Anyhow, I especially enjoyed the soup with the pastry hat (don't know what's it called), but wow, was it filling. I think I ate the most there. Oh wait of course I did. Even gladly took leftovers from others, haha.
SY's father's really quite nice, and I can tell he thinks like an engineer (he's one). Don't know why but I somehow sort of admire people who can think as such, probably because I can't think like that really well.
OH YA and I played a game of pool with SY. Even though I won (yesss I won), admittedly SY is the better player. Just that I managed to get well-placed shots most of the time. Oh whatever actually I'm quite good too, hahahaha.
And you know what?! I went for international buffet later on! As if I hadn't had enough food. It was at a nice hotel, which I didn't expect to be upmarket but it looked really classy and modern, much to my surprise, so that was good. The food was good too, with a reasonable spread and lovely presentation. All that only means one thing: I could increase my chances of bankrupting the place. I seriously ate so much that even I surprised myself. I'm so scary, hahaha.
OKAY THURSDAY. MORE APPLICATIONS MORE.
So far that's about it. (:
Okay last time I blogged was last Wednesday, so let's do a little time-travelling.
When it was Thursday, on the 26th day of March, the boss gave us ALL a treat! Supposedly in my honour some more. Now you can't get that at a huge firm because that'll just be plain uneconomical. So we went for, er, Thai-Indonesian-Peranakan-anything-you-can-find-in-Southeast-Asia-just-throw-it-in food! It was filling, but...
To be honest, my discerning tastebuds could tell that the assam prawns weren't assam enough, the tom yum soup wasn't tom yum (or is it yam?) enough. Basically, the tastes should be sharper and more flavourful. The chef must have had a scolding from the boss, that's what I think. Either that or he is a boring old man.
After work I went home and TOILED till 4am. See later why.
OKAY FRIDAY THAT DAY. My last day of work. Note the lack of exclamation mark because I was sad. That was bad. They specially cooked porridge and brought a lot of side dishes, and then sat me down and made me eat lunch with them, hahaha. (One of the aunties said that I was now all ready for NS, after they had given me enough nutrition already. Which is quite true.) Anyhow after lunch I gave them each a personalised letter that I had TOILED over the night before. They were really quite touched (and rightly so! A lot of effort put in, until I dozed off midway I NEVER DO THAT), some with tears in their eyes (didn't cry lah but can see). So that basically dragged on until the end of the day where they each came up to me and said their goodbyes and gave me some motherly advice hahaha. And I hope they'll make good on their promise to let me know to go back if they've got some good food (yes that's most important and probably one of the things I'll miss most).
OKAY SATURDAY. Ate breakfast with M (no shaddap it's not Judi Dench) at Delifrance. Somehow that place manages to make very little food seem like a lot (and that's saying a lot because I can eat a lot). Or maybe it's because of the free flow of coffee/tea (the MOTHER says that's quite worth it because tea at pseudo-café establishments tend to be overpriced). We talked a lot (yes I only eat and talk don't ask me to do anything else), and well, I'm glad to be of some help at least. (:
After that I went to get a little something for the BROTHER'S birthday. Actually got him two brightly-coloured, screaming Disney files (on purpose because all his things no colour), but the SISTER spied a file she liked after I bought them both and went for lunch with the PARENTS plus her. So now the BROTHER has the file with the Disney babies in all their infant glory. Haha and I actually forewarned the BROTHER that the file was fake, only to let him tell me actually it was the real deal. Okay I feel appeased for the weirdly high price for a piece of flimsy plastic. Oh and I'm so sad I couldn't eat much during lunch because I ate too much breakfast. That's how I get emo, hahaha (okay shall shaddap).
OKAY SUNDAY. So after church and cell group, I FINALLY meet SY and YX for dinner. You know where? It's the Heartland LINE-OF-SHOPS-IN-AN-AIR-CONDITIONED-ENVIRONMENT, that's where. NO it cannot be called Heartland MALL, because it is seriously made up of too few shops and too narrow walkways it becomes a concrete pasar malam. Oh wait pasar malam got more shops hahaha. So I went there and ate from some Hong Kong cafe thing that CHARGES FOR PLAIN WATER HOW LAME CAN THIS GET I DON'T GET THEM. But the food was okay though YX was complaining about the LOUSY CURRY HOW LAME CAN THIS GET SHE DOESN'T GET THEM.
OH YES AND THANK GOD I WENT AND MET UP WITH THEM, REALLY. A certain university required both submission of both application AND supporting documents ON THE SAME DAY and I didn't realise it until then! FIASCO (actually the word sounds quite vulgar). If not for them, I'd probably miss the last boat. And Ms K was also very nice about it even though I informed her late.
On to happier and less stressful things. I got my overdue present! Aaaand, it's a bag with apparently feminine buckles as mentioned by SY. How anti-climatic, bestowing a, might I add, rather expensive present and then whoosh, pouring all the cold water on it, hahahaha. BUT NO, it's not feminine! Where got buckles feminine?! Like that guys cannot wear belts because they have freaking big feminine buckles in the middle ABOVE the nether regions... So it's like imposing its feminity on the symbol of manhood, suppressing it even! *HERRR!* (no it's not a war-cry for feminist, Amazonian women warriors a la "HER! HER! HER!" but the sound that is produced when a sharp breath is drawn a la *HERRR!*) But no, buckles are but unisex accessories, asexual even. So that means that SY and YX know me pretty well, ahaha. Well, the bag is nice, and through my brilliant deductions, I know the general price of the bag, HEEEHEEE. Anyhow, thanks to the both of you! Going to try use it some before going in.
OKAY MONDAY. Ms K got back to me really quickly, it is much appreciated. Spent the day doing applications.
OKAY TUESDAY DITTO MONDAY.
OKAY WEDNESDAY. Today I met SY's paternal side of the family, or more like the one whom paternal is derived from. He chauffeured SY and me to the university to drop off our applications and documents. I got a rude shock over there when I realised the website instructions were different from the words coming out from the admissions officer's mouth. Breakdown in communication much?
So of course I had to tell the truth: that it was their fault. No, really. Anyway that was settled soon after (I hope). Then SY's father brought us for lunch there. It was quite a nice place as well, and I wished that he didn't spend so much on my meal. Even I do feel bad sometimes no matter how appearances may deceive you, hahaha. Anyhow, I especially enjoyed the soup with the pastry hat (don't know what's it called), but wow, was it filling. I think I ate the most there. Oh wait of course I did. Even gladly took leftovers from others, haha.
SY's father's really quite nice, and I can tell he thinks like an engineer (he's one). Don't know why but I somehow sort of admire people who can think as such, probably because I can't think like that really well.
OH YA and I played a game of pool with SY. Even though I won (yesss I won), admittedly SY is the better player. Just that I managed to get well-placed shots most of the time. Oh whatever actually I'm quite good too, hahahaha.
And you know what?! I went for international buffet later on! As if I hadn't had enough food. It was at a nice hotel, which I didn't expect to be upmarket but it looked really classy and modern, much to my surprise, so that was good. The food was good too, with a reasonable spread and lovely presentation. All that only means one thing: I could increase my chances of bankrupting the place. I seriously ate so much that even I surprised myself. I'm so scary, hahaha.
OKAY THURSDAY. MORE APPLICATIONS MORE.
So far that's about it. (:
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
WAH AGAIN
WHOO got a treat today! One of my colleagues treated me to crab noodles/bee hoon! Y'all know what it is right? A WHOLE crab is placed into some broth with noodles (or they add in the noodles later, I don't know) and simmered to crab noodles/bee hoon perfection! So R (that's her) (that's the colleague) ordered two different kinds (black pepper and er, brothy?), and then we took a bit of each; trying more varieties is good. I didn't expect it but it was really nice! It was either because the crab was really fresh (whole chunky slivers of meat/whole slivery chunks of meat/FRESH MEAT MUAHAHA), or because I was eating for free. Hm. Well I think it was the former mostly lah.
UNTIL I KNEW THE PRICE. Wah, really expensive, at $16++! Okay lah, it's crab and it's really good, but still it wasn't a fancy place or anything like that. But it was really good. The place was packed with office workers. Who said there's a recession?
And R is a professional crab eater. By the looks of it, she eats whole crabs at least thrice a week, which is a lot. Haha no I'm just kidding. Probably every day, seven times a day. The way she manages to get the meat out in aesthetically pleasing chunks is amazing. I've learnt something new today!
Okay so you know I've been through so many harrowing experiences. All of it is traumatising my innocent mind, and it's really too much to take! *squeals*
WELL GUESS WHAT PEOPLE, THEY AREN'T LETTING ME OFF. THE TRAIN IS A SMORGASBORD OF PUBLIC DISPLAYS OF AFFECTION READY FOR SALE. IT'S LELONG TIME THERE I TELL YOU.
Okay here are the circumstances of the accident. So I boarded the train and saw four people sitting on the floor of the train, at the part where two carriages meet (the part which always shifts about whenever the train turns or something). Surprisingly (or unsurprisingly) they were of the same race as the previous two couples. Beats me, seriously.
Three were girls (the other is now obviously a guy). Two of the girls looked normal (the other now obviously doesn't). In fact, she looked like a little *gasp* dull in her outlook on life as well. AND GUESS WHAT THE GUY HAD HIS HANDS ALL OVER HER AND YES, SHE HAD A REDDENED FACE AS WELL AND WAS TEARING. AGAIN.
Well this time the guy didn't look smarter or anything, as was the case last time. The guy, he looked to be sixteen/seventeen, but he was studying a P6 maths book. I kid you not. How were his hands all over, you ask. Well, use one hand lor. One hand busy with work, the other hand busy with play.
Haha I don't know whether I'm desensitised or something, but I didn't feel so uneasy this time round. It was more of amusing really. Picture this. The guy (he's King Kong from now on, not that he looks like one, in fact he looks much better, but that he BEHAVES like one) likes to put his arm around the girl, and so he does it repeatedly even though the girl is all teary and red-faced and refusing his King Kongish advances. She starts to tear more, and then all of a sudden, she goes into a retarded fit and whacks King Kong madly, pinching every part of his body she could reach (yes every part now shaddap). He grimaces fakely and puts on this pained look, probably because he wanted her sympathy/concern (?), but the girl BIT HIS EAR. Then he sort of shouted (like some silverbacked gorilla), and everyone looked. Way to go I tell you.
The other two girls laughed like normal girls do, and the teary girl just teared. Here comes the part that takes the cake. I don't know whether it'll seem funny or not, but it sure did just now.
He made a few pats on his shoulder closest to her, gesticulating like a monyet (how animalistic).
"Nar, sleep." (Don't ask me what nar means, it's the sound of King Kong.)
"Sleep lah."
"Sleeeeeep."
Then he SHOVES her head onto his shoulder. See I told you he's King Kong.
The head bounces back up and tears some more.
Shove.
Bounce.
Shove.
Bounce. Shove. Bounce. Shove. Bounce.
She didn't go into some mad, retarded fit again though. I guess she didn't have a chance to because King Kong decided that was that, and went back to his P6 maths.
Okay that wasn't really a public display of affection lah, if I should say so myself. It was just a public display of animalistic behaviour. Better go to the zoo for that. More worth it. Train rides are so expensive nowadays.
UNTIL I KNEW THE PRICE. Wah, really expensive, at $16++! Okay lah, it's crab and it's really good, but still it wasn't a fancy place or anything like that. But it was really good. The place was packed with office workers. Who said there's a recession?
And R is a professional crab eater. By the looks of it, she eats whole crabs at least thrice a week, which is a lot. Haha no I'm just kidding. Probably every day, seven times a day. The way she manages to get the meat out in aesthetically pleasing chunks is amazing. I've learnt something new today!
Okay so you know I've been through so many harrowing experiences. All of it is traumatising my innocent mind, and it's really too much to take! *squeals*
WELL GUESS WHAT PEOPLE, THEY AREN'T LETTING ME OFF. THE TRAIN IS A SMORGASBORD OF PUBLIC DISPLAYS OF AFFECTION READY FOR SALE. IT'S LELONG TIME THERE I TELL YOU.
Okay here are the circumstances of the accident. So I boarded the train and saw four people sitting on the floor of the train, at the part where two carriages meet (the part which always shifts about whenever the train turns or something). Surprisingly (or unsurprisingly) they were of the same race as the previous two couples. Beats me, seriously.
Three were girls (the other is now obviously a guy). Two of the girls looked normal (the other now obviously doesn't). In fact, she looked like a little *gasp* dull in her outlook on life as well. AND GUESS WHAT THE GUY HAD HIS HANDS ALL OVER HER AND YES, SHE HAD A REDDENED FACE AS WELL AND WAS TEARING. AGAIN.
Well this time the guy didn't look smarter or anything, as was the case last time. The guy, he looked to be sixteen/seventeen, but he was studying a P6 maths book. I kid you not. How were his hands all over, you ask. Well, use one hand lor. One hand busy with work, the other hand busy with play.
Haha I don't know whether I'm desensitised or something, but I didn't feel so uneasy this time round. It was more of amusing really. Picture this. The guy (he's King Kong from now on, not that he looks like one, in fact he looks much better, but that he BEHAVES like one) likes to put his arm around the girl, and so he does it repeatedly even though the girl is all teary and red-faced and refusing his King Kongish advances. She starts to tear more, and then all of a sudden, she goes into a retarded fit and whacks King Kong madly, pinching every part of his body she could reach (yes every part now shaddap). He grimaces fakely and puts on this pained look, probably because he wanted her sympathy/concern (?), but the girl BIT HIS EAR. Then he sort of shouted (like some silverbacked gorilla), and everyone looked. Way to go I tell you.
The other two girls laughed like normal girls do, and the teary girl just teared. Here comes the part that takes the cake. I don't know whether it'll seem funny or not, but it sure did just now.
He made a few pats on his shoulder closest to her, gesticulating like a monyet (how animalistic).
"Nar, sleep." (Don't ask me what nar means, it's the sound of King Kong.)
"Sleep lah."
"Sleeeeeep."
Then he SHOVES her head onto his shoulder. See I told you he's King Kong.
The head bounces back up and tears some more.
Shove.
Bounce.
Shove.
Bounce. Shove. Bounce. Shove. Bounce.
She didn't go into some mad, retarded fit again though. I guess she didn't have a chance to because King Kong decided that was that, and went back to his P6 maths.
Okay that wasn't really a public display of affection lah, if I should say so myself. It was just a public display of animalistic behaviour. Better go to the zoo for that. More worth it. Train rides are so expensive nowadays.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
I must really be living under some rock
Why? Because, when I witness public displays of (rather extreme) affection I get a little uneasy. Call me a prude or whatever, but it's because I don't witness them from afar or in an easy-to-escape-if-I-want-to situation. It's when they're within a certain proximity from me or sitting right next to me for that matter. And I'm sorry, but it's especially worse when the girl looks a little Down Syndrome-ish (no I'm serious and by this I'm not mocking or anything) and the guy who's doing all sorts of things to/with her looks like he's taking advantage of some little naive girl. I feel uneasy, for the girl who doesn't seem to mind whatever he is doing to her, and for myself because I do mind. Well, not to the extent where I'll burn them on some stake or something, but close enough. Like rolling my eyes or something, hahaha. But as it is known, that isn't going to work. Of course not. Who cares about your rolling eyes when all they care about are rolling tongues. Okay I feel uneasy already.
So the first time was when I was at the beach, then I saw this couple there. The girl seriously looked like she suffered from Down Syndrome, with the overtly button nose and high, sometimes bulbous forehead, and the guy's hands were, let's put it this way, everywhere. The guy looked like he was five or seven years older than she was. To be fair, she herself looked older than me.
She was tearing quite a lot or something, her whole face was red and the mouth was down-turned. Obviously this raises alarm bells, and yes, the whole LAPD and Scotland Yard ran in through one ear. The left one, to be specific.
But then the whole force and K-9 unit ran out again, sirens, batons and all, through the other. Why? Because her hands were everywhere as well. I can't possibly go there and scream, "Stop it!" and have both of them look at me and say "WHY????????" in that irritating, whining sort of way where they really want something and you are trying to stop them from getting/doing that very thing, and then they continue with whatever they're doing. No.
The more recent encounter was in the train. This is what I mean by the cannot-escape-even-if-I-wanted-to sort of situation. This couple (note that I'm not bringing up any unnecessary physical description like race because even though both couples I've mentioned so far share the same race it's not isolated to only that certain race okay), again, hands everywhere, faces everywhere. So, I was standing next to them, and I thought I spied the girl's hands going too far south on him. Don't forget that she also looked quite dull, in the mental acuteness kind of way. She was also in uniform, possibly from a special needs school, I'm serious. But then, she seemed to be rather sexually mature, considering her actions at that point in time. So I moved away, like about four steps, because more would have drawn too much attention to myself, and that would show that I mind. Actually why do I even care, I saw some of the other passengers audibly tsk-ing their merry way. But that's how I thought at that point in time. AND THEN, GUESS WHAT.
GUESS LAHHHH.
They moved towards me! Like somehow, they waddled three steps in my direction, smooching-wooching all the while. In the meantime I tried to look bored. So I faced the opposite direction i.e. towards the other end of the carriage.
They moved even CLOSER. I could hear them better but not see them any. What's wrong with these people. So I shifted to the opposite side of the carriage, this time breadth-wise, which means that I stood nearer to the initially-opposite row of seated, tsk-ing people. (People don't just tsk for nothing you know. The tsks come whenever a kissing sound is made. HAHA. So it's like *kiss* *tsk* *kiss* *tsk* and the really big ones like *mua* or *oua* or whatever are followed by the assorted wah laos and sighs, ahaha.)
So, GUESS WHAT. Okay no need to guess, this one you know already. They somehow followed me again. This time it wasn't really following, but they did move to the opposite side of the carriage i.e. my side again! See what I mean by being in such situations.
Okay lah it's possible for me to escape if I really wanted to, by like screaming and shouting at them to get away from me, but that would be extreme. Then again, desperate times call for desperate measures. Oh that just sounds so wrong in this context.
I think everyone sort of noticed what they were doing. But you know what, it was a coincidence really (I think), because after I gave up moving around, they continued doing so. Which means they weren't following me. Which is true because for the most part the world doesn't revolve around me.
They stayed in the same carriage, glued to each other, but they were still moving around. Like floating weeds or something. After a while they gravitated towards the metal pole in the centre of the carriage. Hahaha. It reminded me of the spiders' mating dance I used to see on documentaries, where the spiders would be connected to each other (somehow) and they would do a sort of dance all around on the female spider's web. Or was it some other kind of insect. All the same.
I must really be living under some rock, I tell you. Some big rock, where things like these are so funny, amusing and weird at the same time.
Side-note: SY and YX (especially) better make it this weekend. Or I'll lock them in the same carriage with the pseudo-spiders in heat.
So the first time was when I was at the beach, then I saw this couple there. The girl seriously looked like she suffered from Down Syndrome, with the overtly button nose and high, sometimes bulbous forehead, and the guy's hands were, let's put it this way, everywhere. The guy looked like he was five or seven years older than she was. To be fair, she herself looked older than me.
She was tearing quite a lot or something, her whole face was red and the mouth was down-turned. Obviously this raises alarm bells, and yes, the whole LAPD and Scotland Yard ran in through one ear. The left one, to be specific.
But then the whole force and K-9 unit ran out again, sirens, batons and all, through the other. Why? Because her hands were everywhere as well. I can't possibly go there and scream, "Stop it!" and have both of them look at me and say "WHY????????" in that irritating, whining sort of way where they really want something and you are trying to stop them from getting/doing that very thing, and then they continue with whatever they're doing. No.
The more recent encounter was in the train. This is what I mean by the cannot-escape-even-if-I-wanted-to sort of situation. This couple (note that I'm not bringing up any unnecessary physical description like race because even though both couples I've mentioned so far share the same race it's not isolated to only that certain race okay), again, hands everywhere, faces everywhere. So, I was standing next to them, and I thought I spied the girl's hands going too far south on him. Don't forget that she also looked quite dull, in the mental acuteness kind of way. She was also in uniform, possibly from a special needs school, I'm serious. But then, she seemed to be rather sexually mature, considering her actions at that point in time. So I moved away, like about four steps, because more would have drawn too much attention to myself, and that would show that I mind. Actually why do I even care, I saw some of the other passengers audibly tsk-ing their merry way. But that's how I thought at that point in time. AND THEN, GUESS WHAT.
GUESS LAHHHH.
They moved towards me! Like somehow, they waddled three steps in my direction, smooching-wooching all the while. In the meantime I tried to look bored. So I faced the opposite direction i.e. towards the other end of the carriage.
They moved even CLOSER. I could hear them better but not see them any. What's wrong with these people. So I shifted to the opposite side of the carriage, this time breadth-wise, which means that I stood nearer to the initially-opposite row of seated, tsk-ing people. (People don't just tsk for nothing you know. The tsks come whenever a kissing sound is made. HAHA. So it's like *kiss* *tsk* *kiss* *tsk* and the really big ones like *mua* or *oua* or whatever are followed by the assorted wah laos and sighs, ahaha.)
So, GUESS WHAT. Okay no need to guess, this one you know already. They somehow followed me again. This time it wasn't really following, but they did move to the opposite side of the carriage i.e. my side again! See what I mean by being in such situations.
Okay lah it's possible for me to escape if I really wanted to, by like screaming and shouting at them to get away from me, but that would be extreme. Then again, desperate times call for desperate measures. Oh that just sounds so wrong in this context.
I think everyone sort of noticed what they were doing. But you know what, it was a coincidence really (I think), because after I gave up moving around, they continued doing so. Which means they weren't following me. Which is true because for the most part the world doesn't revolve around me.
They stayed in the same carriage, glued to each other, but they were still moving around. Like floating weeds or something. After a while they gravitated towards the metal pole in the centre of the carriage. Hahaha. It reminded me of the spiders' mating dance I used to see on documentaries, where the spiders would be connected to each other (somehow) and they would do a sort of dance all around on the female spider's web. Or was it some other kind of insect. All the same.
I must really be living under some rock, I tell you. Some big rock, where things like these are so funny, amusing and weird at the same time.
Side-note: SY and YX (especially) better make it this weekend. Or I'll lock them in the same carriage with the pseudo-spiders in heat.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
PHWOAR
So long didn't post anything already. It's actually weird because some time back I thought nothing of not touching this space on the web for an entire year, but now I feel the need to. Perhaps it's because it's one of the few ways I can (sort of) still be vaguely connected to others, since I don't have any accounts on Facebook or other online social networks. It's not as if a lot of people visit this place, BUT IT'S CERTAINLY MORE THAN THE NUMBER OF PEOPLE WHO COMMENT OH MY GOODNESS WHOEVER YOU ARE IF YOU READ PLEASE LEAVE SOME SORT OF TRACE BEHIND I HATE TO THINK THAT SOME PEOPLE KNOW SOMETHING ABOUT ME BUT I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THEM IT'S FREAKY I DON'T CARE IF I DON'T REALLY REVEAL WHO I AM BECAUSE I KNOW YOU THINK THAT I DON'T KNOW THAT YOU KNOW BUT REALLY I DO KNOW THAT YOU DO.
I know okay.
Anyway I have so much to say. POSTERITY TIME.
So 123 came and went, and so many people remembered compared to last year! Must be because the A's are out of the way, and finally everyone can straighten out their thinking and remember the most important things in life. M gave me a nice pouch which I assumed was a handphone pouch, so now it's my handphone pouch because I assumed it was. The SISTER, since I bought her some expensive chocolate thing for her birthday, reciprocated with something from those gift shops that are out to suck money. But still it's a gift I will love it all the same and treat it well.
Ok on Friday the 13th it wasn't unlucky because I don't believe in that. Oh ya and also because I got a treat! From K nonetheless. She said that 'it was worth it treating a good friend' like me (something along that line, give or take eight or so words). So you know, I love treats, and by association I will adore people who give me treats. Went for Japanese food! (I still love it by the way but somehow a little less than before. WHY.) Then after that we got all moody about A level results (okay I shall shut up about that now), so to lift them spirits we went to the arcade! And played lame games like spot the differences and those ten-second things which stress you out greatly, especially for two people who can't play well/to save themselves/for nuts. Oh ya then came the first of many comments to come that said I looked good in work clothes (but of course) compared to school attire.
Saturday the 14th! YX and I chiong-ed
both NUS and NTU open houses, because spending the whole weekend merely on open houses is never justifiable in this universe.
The MOTHER'S church friends remembered all of our birthdays, but since the BROTHER wasn't around, the SISTER and I got to celebrate it with them at night. So much food can, and it was very thoughtful of them because it was almost like a surprise, very unexpected. These days we get so little of that. <---- HINT DARNNIT.
Sunday the 15th I went out for dinner with ZY and SY for buffet. Apparently they now think I can eat a lot. Well, I can. So we stayed there from 6.45 all the way to 10.30 (closing time), and I ate the whole way MUAHAHA it's time to get my money back oh wait I didn't pay.
MUAHAHAHA.
Oh ya and I actually made small talk with this lady diner at the food counter who was wondering where the atapchi were. I pointed them out, and then she started telling me all about how they were fantastic with yam ice-cream, which was really nice of her but because I was too full I skipped that and just took ice kacang and plenty of fruit and more drinks. So funny right! Even funnier was that she turned out to be SY's cousin and all of 40-odd years old! SO FUNNY RIGHT. I think SY's family is stalking him or something hahaha. After that we had to take a walk because we were all too full. Took the last train home with ZY (I never did that before!) (I know, shaddap ah).
Monday the 16th was E's farewell party because she's going to this faraway place called the Nomadic Homelands of the Arizon (the barren sisterland of the Amazon) where the nightsky is amazing and the desert is everywhere. Oh yes and where people are friendly to you if you are tall so E should fit in quite nicely there. Met nearly the entire Lamentable Empire at the gathering, and ate a lot again. I hope E has a great time there, and that she won't come back too angmoh-cised and everything. Hahaha but I think she will.
Fast-forward to Friday the 20th: the BROTHER'S birthday!
Oh ya and I saw D at the train station with a bloody mouth and Ms WYY in the bus. How ordinary. I expected ABBA at least.
Okay now I need to make a real point. I don't understand why some people see climbing the escalator as a requisite, and that not doing so is impolite or plain rude. I can understand if you are in a rush, and that's why I stand to the left side, and so do many other commuters. What I don't get is the perception that prevails among office workers in the CBD area, that climbing escalators is a given. Escalators aren't made for climbing! The steps are so high and such a distance from each other that climbing can give you
a) wedgies,
b) zao-kengs (for lack of a better and more fitting word) if wearing a skirt,
c) clanking sounds if in office footwear e.g. court shoes, heels
d) nasty falls, from the pointy things on the steps and the clumsy syndrome (I have this)
But anyway, it's okay to climb escalators lah. Unless I'm on the same one.
I know okay.
Anyway I have so much to say. POSTERITY TIME.
So 123 came and went, and so many people remembered compared to last year! Must be because the A's are out of the way, and finally everyone can straighten out their thinking and remember the most important things in life. M gave me a nice pouch which I assumed was a handphone pouch, so now it's my handphone pouch because I assumed it was. The SISTER, since I bought her some expensive chocolate thing for her birthday, reciprocated with something from those gift shops that are out to suck money. But still it's a gift I will love it all the same and treat it well.
Ok on Friday the 13th it wasn't unlucky because I don't believe in that. Oh ya and also because I got a treat! From K nonetheless. She said that 'it was worth it treating a good friend' like me (something along that line, give or take eight or so words). So you know, I love treats, and by association I will adore people who give me treats. Went for Japanese food! (I still love it by the way but somehow a little less than before. WHY.) Then after that we got all moody about A level results (okay I shall shut up about that now), so to lift them spirits we went to the arcade! And played lame games like spot the differences and those ten-second things which stress you out greatly, especially for two people who can't play well/to save themselves/for nuts. Oh ya then came the first of many comments to come that said I looked good in work clothes (but of course) compared to school attire.
Saturday the 14th! YX and I chiong-ed
(colloquialism explanation time [to be imagined in those irritating computer voices with lame names like Martin or Jenna or doob that are always broken because they pronounce words WRONGLY 60% of the time]: chiong. To rush; to quickly accomplish a task in a frenzied state that will leave one debilitated for the rest of one's life. For example, we can say, "YX chiong-ed to the loo." Alternatively, we can also say, "YX chiong-ed her sandwich because she needed the loo.")
both NUS and NTU open houses, because spending the whole weekend merely on open houses is never justifiable in this universe.
We learnt a little,
got confused a bit,
and were tired plenty
at the end of it.
.
For the sake of rhyme,
I just ate a zit.
The MOTHER'S church friends remembered all of our birthdays, but since the BROTHER wasn't around, the SISTER and I got to celebrate it with them at night. So much food can, and it was very thoughtful of them because it was almost like a surprise, very unexpected. These days we get so little of that. <---- HINT DARNNIT.
Sunday the 15th I went out for dinner with ZY and SY for buffet. Apparently they now think I can eat a lot. Well, I can. So we stayed there from 6.45 all the way to 10.30 (closing time), and I ate the whole way MUAHAHA it's time to get my money back oh wait I didn't pay.
MUAHAHAHA.
Oh ya and I actually made small talk with this lady diner at the food counter who was wondering where the atapchi were. I pointed them out, and then she started telling me all about how they were fantastic with yam ice-cream, which was really nice of her but because I was too full I skipped that and just took ice kacang and plenty of fruit and more drinks. So funny right! Even funnier was that she turned out to be SY's cousin and all of 40-odd years old! SO FUNNY RIGHT. I think SY's family is stalking him or something hahaha. After that we had to take a walk because we were all too full. Took the last train home with ZY (I never did that before!) (I know, shaddap ah).
Monday the 16th was E's farewell party because she's going to this faraway place called the Nomadic Homelands of the Arizon (the barren sisterland of the Amazon) where the nightsky is amazing and the desert is everywhere. Oh yes and where people are friendly to you if you are tall so E should fit in quite nicely there. Met nearly the entire Lamentable Empire at the gathering, and ate a lot again. I hope E has a great time there, and that she won't come back too angmoh-cised and everything. Hahaha but I think she will.
Fast-forward to Friday the 20th: the BROTHER'S birthday!
I think he spent it like it was any other day,
to him it isn't much of a big deal anyway.
.
Er in two months' time it'll be Maaay.
(I think I make a fantastic songwriter.)
Oh ya and I saw D at the train station with a bloody mouth and Ms WYY in the bus. How ordinary. I expected ABBA at least.
Okay now I need to make a real point. I don't understand why some people see climbing the escalator as a requisite, and that not doing so is impolite or plain rude. I can understand if you are in a rush, and that's why I stand to the left side, and so do many other commuters. What I don't get is the perception that prevails among office workers in the CBD area, that climbing escalators is a given. Escalators aren't made for climbing! The steps are so high and such a distance from each other that climbing can give you
a) wedgies,
b) zao-kengs (for lack of a better and more fitting word) if wearing a skirt,
c) clanking sounds if in office footwear e.g. court shoes, heels
d) nasty falls, from the pointy things on the steps and the clumsy syndrome (I have this)
But anyway, it's okay to climb escalators lah. Unless I'm on the same one.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
THIS IS MY BIRTHDAY POST SO I CAN SAY WHATEVER I WANT
"Greetings, people of Cramada!"
*a resounding silence followed by half-hearted attempts to start uproarious Applause but because everyone is so timid they don't really catch on and thus the half-hearted attempts remain just that and soon after they die down because the people who started them aren't exactly brave either*
*more resounding silence because the speaker was dumb enough to expect Applause because of the temporary trend of being fashionably late but apparently the Applause just seemed to be like some over-grown full-term baby unwilling to pop out and instead the nurses can only see its damp head swathed in black and nothing else*
*eyes scan the cavernous hall, trying to detect some signs of life. Any life*
*clearing of throat because that's the only thing one can do when one is nervous, utterly embarrassed, and acutely aware of one's dismal situation, all at the same time*
"I, the Deputy Executive Senior Minister of The Order of Calendar, Associate of the Greats of Cramada, Rear-Admiral of the Seventh Division of Murmur, and disputed Ruler of the Eastern Regions, *catches breath*, am deeply honoured to declare the 12th day of March a day of great celebration and reflection, a day when the senior will reminisce the great feats of our Founder, and a day when the young will begin on the foundations of their character."
*pauses for dramatic effect*
"From the deepest recesses of ancient history, our great Leader demonstrated immense tenacity and powerful resolve. It was his ever indomitable spirit that has seen us through the ages, living on in each of us, empowering us to excel and to forge frontiers. His strong character and principled actions have instilled in us the greatest sense of humanity and community. It is as thus we are the most powerful and yet the most compassionate of beings, while not even being remotely interesting nonetheless."
*dry cough from the deepest recesses of the hall*
*stare*
*glare*
"We have certainly come thus far, as a nation, as a people, as a family. While we prosper, we should never take things for granted. Like that time, when I told the coffeeshop auntie to prepare coffee (what else) for me, I took it for granted that she would brew me premium Blue Mountain coffee, since I'm the Deputy Executive Senior Minister of The Order of Calendar, Associate of the Greats of Cramada, Rear-Admiral of the Seventh Division of Murmur, and disputed Ruler of the Eastern Regions, *catches breath*, but no. She sneered at me after that, and said that she was the ultimate ruler of the Nether Regions. Whatever. I still rule in the Eastern Regions."
"And we should never bow to other countries, but we must embrace the Outsiders with open arms. After all, that is what our Magnificent Moomoo would have done. His gentle empathy for other beings and aversion to narrow-mindedness are enduring lessons for our citizens. For we cannot be called true Cramadians unless we effortlessly display that level of graciousness. And you over there. Yes you. Yes the one with the ugly shirt on, stop looking around, I'm talking to you. Now get over with the small talk and listen. No no, don't give me that constipated look. I hate it when people do that. Pay attention or else you will get to know what happens when you interrupt an Associate of the Greats of Cramada!"
"As it is often said among Cramadians, the sh-"
*GONG*
*Another grand-looking person holding a gigantic clock a la Alice in Wonderland waltzes up to the podium*
"That will be enough, Deputy Executive Senior Minister of The Order of Calendar, thank you very much. I, the Enduring Timekeeper, would like to note that time is of the essence here, and it seems that you took too much Brand's this anti-night. That is, might I add, anti-legal in Cramada because we don't believe in its said properties."
"We will now, at this point in time, partake of a Minute in Silence, to commemorate His Greatness' penchant for quiet and solitude, before the Annual Carnival of noise and anti-silence. Let the Minute begin."
*after one minute of silence, which wasn't too hard to achieve anyway and would have probably dragged on longer, if not for the Timekeeper's addiction to anti-tardiness, because everyone was too disinterested*
"Thank you for your kind cooperation. Please proceed to Wing Five for the reception, and to Wing Four for the special durian cream puffs. Might I add that the aforementioned puffs are only to be consumed before meals, in the example of our Most Esteemed Comrade. Those who intentionally pit themselves against the glorious memories of the Conqueror, please proceed to Wing Ten. You will be accorded appropriate treatment. Thank you and have a great Founders' Day."
*a resounding silence followed by half-hearted attempts to start uproarious Applause but because everyone is so timid they don't really catch on and thus the half-hearted attempts remain just that and soon after they die down because the people who started them aren't exactly brave either*
*more resounding silence because the speaker was dumb enough to expect Applause because of the temporary trend of being fashionably late but apparently the Applause just seemed to be like some over-grown full-term baby unwilling to pop out and instead the nurses can only see its damp head swathed in black and nothing else*
*eyes scan the cavernous hall, trying to detect some signs of life. Any life*
*clearing of throat because that's the only thing one can do when one is nervous, utterly embarrassed, and acutely aware of one's dismal situation, all at the same time*
"I, the Deputy Executive Senior Minister of The Order of Calendar, Associate of the Greats of Cramada, Rear-Admiral of the Seventh Division of Murmur, and disputed Ruler of the Eastern Regions, *catches breath*, am deeply honoured to declare the 12th day of March a day of great celebration and reflection, a day when the senior will reminisce the great feats of our Founder, and a day when the young will begin on the foundations of their character."
*pauses for dramatic effect*
"From the deepest recesses of ancient history, our great Leader demonstrated immense tenacity and powerful resolve. It was his ever indomitable spirit that has seen us through the ages, living on in each of us, empowering us to excel and to forge frontiers. His strong character and principled actions have instilled in us the greatest sense of humanity and community. It is as thus we are the most powerful and yet the most compassionate of beings, while not even being remotely interesting nonetheless."
*dry cough from the deepest recesses of the hall*
*stare*
*glare*
"We have certainly come thus far, as a nation, as a people, as a family. While we prosper, we should never take things for granted. Like that time, when I told the coffeeshop auntie to prepare coffee (what else) for me, I took it for granted that she would brew me premium Blue Mountain coffee, since I'm the Deputy Executive Senior Minister of The Order of Calendar, Associate of the Greats of Cramada, Rear-Admiral of the Seventh Division of Murmur, and disputed Ruler of the Eastern Regions, *catches breath*, but no. She sneered at me after that, and said that she was the ultimate ruler of the Nether Regions. Whatever. I still rule in the Eastern Regions."
"And we should never bow to other countries, but we must embrace the Outsiders with open arms. After all, that is what our Magnificent Moomoo would have done. His gentle empathy for other beings and aversion to narrow-mindedness are enduring lessons for our citizens. For we cannot be called true Cramadians unless we effortlessly display that level of graciousness. And you over there. Yes you. Yes the one with the ugly shirt on, stop looking around, I'm talking to you. Now get over with the small talk and listen. No no, don't give me that constipated look. I hate it when people do that. Pay attention or else you will get to know what happens when you interrupt an Associate of the Greats of Cramada!"
"As it is often said among Cramadians, the sh-"
*GONG*
*Another grand-looking person holding a gigantic clock a la Alice in Wonderland waltzes up to the podium*
"That will be enough, Deputy Executive Senior Minister of The Order of Calendar, thank you very much. I, the Enduring Timekeeper, would like to note that time is of the essence here, and it seems that you took too much Brand's this anti-night. That is, might I add, anti-legal in Cramada because we don't believe in its said properties."
"We will now, at this point in time, partake of a Minute in Silence, to commemorate His Greatness' penchant for quiet and solitude, before the Annual Carnival of noise and anti-silence. Let the Minute begin."
*after one minute of silence, which wasn't too hard to achieve anyway and would have probably dragged on longer, if not for the Timekeeper's addiction to anti-tardiness, because everyone was too disinterested*
"Thank you for your kind cooperation. Please proceed to Wing Five for the reception, and to Wing Four for the special durian cream puffs. Might I add that the aforementioned puffs are only to be consumed before meals, in the example of our Most Esteemed Comrade. Those who intentionally pit themselves against the glorious memories of the Conqueror, please proceed to Wing Ten. You will be accorded appropriate treatment. Thank you and have a great Founders' Day."
Saturday, March 07, 2009
My eyes have been opened
My eyes have been opened. It was the collection of results today. My human nature may be happy about my results, but spiritually, I am rejoicing. My trust in God has carried me through, and helped me remain unexpectedly collected, at least by my standards.
But why do I say my eyes have been opened? I've been in the college for the past four years, and I can safely say that the A levels have been such surprise springers. Achievers have been known to crumble, and there are those who rise from the ashes. It's very much like the tumbling thing in a washing machine; the A levels reset everything - it doesn't matter how well or whatever you did previously, apparently the only thing that matters is the now, the now when you get the results back.
But I disagree. To everyone out there, whoever is so reading - consistency is what truly matters. The results may give you the extra boost, or one foot in the door, but it cannot mask mediocrity in the long run. Keep doing what you are passionate in, it will pay off; never let the results decide what you are good in or not, of which have only been determined in what, three to six hours?
So many of the people I know are specialists i.e. they are especially proficient in a subject or two. The A levels require you to take a spread, and the Singapore syllabus is more demanding - you need to take a subject that could be entirely out of your field. Kudos to those who can handle it, but the real world doesn't necessarily work that way. I don't need trigonometry if I want to read Law. I don't need to be painstakingly familiar with Operation Coldstore if I want to take on Engineering. I don't have to care for externalities if I am into the Life Sciences. While I fully support the push for multi-disciplinary learning, don't let any mal-performance in this area bring anyone down. Because it's not for everyone.
While there are always issues with the subjective examination of scripts especially in written subjects, that cannot be helped in the near future. What I take issue with is the lack of disclosure of how we scored exactly. Definitely, the examination board should be trusted as a relevant authority, and of course we don't want people to be scrambling for their grades to be pushed up. But if there aren't any mistakes made in examination, can't all of us clearly see there isn't any point in harassing for marks? We would only look dumb and irrational if we did so. Barring the case of mass hysteria (it happens I guess) in such circumstances, I don't see why how the grading is done should not be disclosed. Shouldn't we learn from the mistakes we made?
Anyhow, one person who, so to speak, rose from the ashes, is N. I'm really happy for her, because I know she put in a lot of effort. I've helped her with quite a few subjects before, and I could see the diligence. Something redeeming about the A levels is that, well, they are redeeming.
I smsed many of my teachers who had taught me the various subjects, thanking them for all of their dedication. Here's what some of them said (more or less, and without the sms English, haha), for posterity's sake:
Lit Teacher 1:
and later on
The Lit teachers are great lah; they bring the subject to life.
Econs Teacher:
Basically I had quite a long sms conversation with her, especially since she already wasn't around in college. So these are the noteworthy bits.
I told her what I knew.
I thanked her again.
Hm. Ok. She's interesting in that way, haha. I can really see the passion and zeal for the subject in her eyes when she teaches sometimes. That's what teaching is all about.
CSE Teacher:
This is one whom I have seen grow as a teacher. He was a greenhorn at first; now, I can actually learn a lot from him.
GP Teacher:
She has been very encouraging to me, and is always very positive. That is especially crucial during crunch time.
Maths Teacher:
and later on
The A levels may have come and gone. Some have won, others have lost. But what I have gained, I will never forget.
But why do I say my eyes have been opened? I've been in the college for the past four years, and I can safely say that the A levels have been such surprise springers. Achievers have been known to crumble, and there are those who rise from the ashes. It's very much like the tumbling thing in a washing machine; the A levels reset everything - it doesn't matter how well or whatever you did previously, apparently the only thing that matters is the now, the now when you get the results back.
But I disagree. To everyone out there, whoever is so reading - consistency is what truly matters. The results may give you the extra boost, or one foot in the door, but it cannot mask mediocrity in the long run. Keep doing what you are passionate in, it will pay off; never let the results decide what you are good in or not, of which have only been determined in what, three to six hours?
So many of the people I know are specialists i.e. they are especially proficient in a subject or two. The A levels require you to take a spread, and the Singapore syllabus is more demanding - you need to take a subject that could be entirely out of your field. Kudos to those who can handle it, but the real world doesn't necessarily work that way. I don't need trigonometry if I want to read Law. I don't need to be painstakingly familiar with Operation Coldstore if I want to take on Engineering. I don't have to care for externalities if I am into the Life Sciences. While I fully support the push for multi-disciplinary learning, don't let any mal-performance in this area bring anyone down. Because it's not for everyone.
While there are always issues with the subjective examination of scripts especially in written subjects, that cannot be helped in the near future. What I take issue with is the lack of disclosure of how we scored exactly. Definitely, the examination board should be trusted as a relevant authority, and of course we don't want people to be scrambling for their grades to be pushed up. But if there aren't any mistakes made in examination, can't all of us clearly see there isn't any point in harassing for marks? We would only look dumb and irrational if we did so. Barring the case of mass hysteria (it happens I guess) in such circumstances, I don't see why how the grading is done should not be disclosed. Shouldn't we learn from the mistakes we made?
Anyhow, one person who, so to speak, rose from the ashes, is N. I'm really happy for her, because I know she put in a lot of effort. I've helped her with quite a few subjects before, and I could see the diligence. Something redeeming about the A levels is that, well, they are redeeming.
I smsed many of my teachers who had taught me the various subjects, thanking them for all of their dedication. Here's what some of them said (more or less, and without the sms English, haha), for posterity's sake:
Lit Teacher 1:
"Hello darling! I'm very proud of you. :) But your A was entirely your own effort. Good luck with everything you do in the future and be in touch. Much love."
and later on
"Celebrate lots. :)"
Lit Teacher 2:
"Aw you're so welcome Cram! You were such a joy to teach - I really miss teaching your class by the way - and I'm so happy you did well. Your hard work paid off :) congrats and have fun celebrating."
The Lit teachers are great lah; they bring the subject to life.
Econs Teacher:
Basically I had quite a long sms conversation with her, especially since she already wasn't around in college. So these are the noteworthy bits.
"How did everybody else do?"
I told her what I knew.
"Ok. Thanks for informing me!"
I thanked her again.
"That's good. I'm very worried for your class, actually."
"Ya, the college did better this time round."
Hm. Ok. She's interesting in that way, haha. I can really see the passion and zeal for the subject in her eyes when she teaches sometimes. That's what teaching is all about.
CSE Teacher:
"It has been a joy teaching you. You have been a pleasure to teach. I wish you all the best and I'm sure that you will go on to better things. :)"
This is one whom I have seen grow as a teacher. He was a greenhorn at first; now, I can actually learn a lot from him.
GP Teacher:
"Hey you truly do deserve your excellent grades in your subjects. And I delight in your flair for the English language. Best wishes!"
She has been very encouraging to me, and is always very positive. That is especially crucial during crunch time.
Maths Teacher:
"Hahaha you are welcome. :) Your grades are not bad. :)"
and later on
"Just in case you didn't know; you are a good student with good attitude. :)"
(more or less)
.
That totally moved me. Coming from a Maths teacher some more. Maybe I knew all along (haha), but to be affirmed by someone else, it is another thing altogether. I answered him by saying that I will try not to lose it.
.
Hm.
.
.
.
That's what opened up my eyes. Affirmation is a powerful thing.
.The A levels may have come and gone. Some have won, others have lost. But what I have gained, I will never forget.
Thursday, March 05, 2009
writing and Him
Somehow I think every professional out there has got ugly handwriting. No wait, that doesn't quite cut it. Ugly handwriting is still tolerable if it can be deciphered. It's more of illegible handwriting that every doctor, lawyer, or consultant seems to have. So much so that it seems like, if you've got horrendous writing, you've made it big in the world. Or, every professional requires those scrawls to prove their mettle or capabilities as, professionals. Or something like that.
It's always like that. My grandma sometimes visits the nearby polyclinics to get medicines and pills, and when she gets back home and wants to administer, she can't. Because she can't understand whatever's written on the bottle or at the back of the box. She'll ask me whether I can tell her how many times a day to take the medicine, how many times a week, and for how long. And I'll have to tell her, I don't know, because the 3 looks like an 8 looks like a 5 or something. So she'll just follow a loose routine of popping them after every meal, three days a week, until they're all finished. So far she's alright. I guess that's working out then.
And now my boss. He sometimes passes me stuff I have to do, along with scrawls they call writing on the margins; I'm expected to understand them and carry those instructions out accordingly. I tell him I'm unable to decipher it, and I'm referred to his secretary because he's a busy man (which he is). His secretary deciphers half of the scrawls (it's more hieroglyphics, really), and then I'm left to my own devices. So sometimes during the office hours you can see me hopping from one desk to another, trying to get the colleagues to help out. It's a team effort, really. Each one of us apparently is able to recognise some of the words that other colleagues somehow just can't. Are we special, or what.
It will be Friday when we get our results back. I can't say I don't feel anything, but at the same time I think I feel quite alright nonetheless. Don't get me wrong, I'm not being all overconfident or anything, but I can rest easier knowing that God has got my back. I've got to trust in Him. He's all I got.
It's always like that. My grandma sometimes visits the nearby polyclinics to get medicines and pills, and when she gets back home and wants to administer, she can't. Because she can't understand whatever's written on the bottle or at the back of the box. She'll ask me whether I can tell her how many times a day to take the medicine, how many times a week, and for how long. And I'll have to tell her, I don't know, because the 3 looks like an 8 looks like a 5 or something. So she'll just follow a loose routine of popping them after every meal, three days a week, until they're all finished. So far she's alright. I guess that's working out then.
And now my boss. He sometimes passes me stuff I have to do, along with scrawls they call writing on the margins; I'm expected to understand them and carry those instructions out accordingly. I tell him I'm unable to decipher it, and I'm referred to his secretary because he's a busy man (which he is). His secretary deciphers half of the scrawls (it's more hieroglyphics, really), and then I'm left to my own devices. So sometimes during the office hours you can see me hopping from one desk to another, trying to get the colleagues to help out. It's a team effort, really. Each one of us apparently is able to recognise some of the words that other colleagues somehow just can't. Are we special, or what.
It will be Friday when we get our results back. I can't say I don't feel anything, but at the same time I think I feel quite alright nonetheless. Don't get me wrong, I'm not being all overconfident or anything, but I can rest easier knowing that God has got my back. I've got to trust in Him. He's all I got.
Sunday, March 01, 2009
squeak squeak
Ok so I went jogging again today (basically yesterday, in the afternoon), and this time I took the Changi Business Park route. It's really really ulu there it's great, unlike Max Pavilion and Expo carpark on Saturdays, where basically next to half of Singapore somehow ends up. Changi Business Park was really empty today because it wasn't a working day and all.
Then I saw a car. It was one of those Chinese brands, which model their cars after European makes and designs. Therefore it looked like a constipated Mercedes Benz. It was parked beside the path I was running on, and sooner or later I was going to be right beside it. Funny thing was, I noticed somebody inside. And the car was like rocking or something. I could even HEAR it rocking away. *Squeak squeak squeak* like some constipated car would naturally go. Then I got closer and guess what I saw.
GUESS LAH.
I saw two naked people. Behind some darkly tinted glass. But they were clearly naked. And they were very intimate with each other. (That's all I'm going to say.) But that's probably a gross understatement because as I realised, the car was still rocking away like some freaking cradle. It was so bad I tell you. And they didn't even notice that I ran right past them. Or they didn't choose to lah. But I guess that's better. And at least get curtains lah, or put newspaper or something. Evidently, they didn't count on joggers chancing upon them. I also saw other couples around the area, some walking around and taking pictures near the putrid and algae-clogged body of water they call an eco-lake. Apparently it's Valentine's Day in that area, I don't know.
On another note, I'm really satisfied with my job. Not that's it's easy or anything, but I learn so much from it. Oh ya, and office gossip is really something I tell you.
Then I saw a car. It was one of those Chinese brands, which model their cars after European makes and designs. Therefore it looked like a constipated Mercedes Benz. It was parked beside the path I was running on, and sooner or later I was going to be right beside it. Funny thing was, I noticed somebody inside. And the car was like rocking or something. I could even HEAR it rocking away. *Squeak squeak squeak* like some constipated car would naturally go. Then I got closer and guess what I saw.
GUESS LAH.
I saw two naked people. Behind some darkly tinted glass. But they were clearly naked. And they were very intimate with each other. (That's all I'm going to say.) But that's probably a gross understatement because as I realised, the car was still rocking away like some freaking cradle. It was so bad I tell you. And they didn't even notice that I ran right past them. Or they didn't choose to lah. But I guess that's better. And at least get curtains lah, or put newspaper or something. Evidently, they didn't count on joggers chancing upon them. I also saw other couples around the area, some walking around and taking pictures near the putrid and algae-clogged body of water they call an eco-lake. Apparently it's Valentine's Day in that area, I don't know.
On another note, I'm really satisfied with my job. Not that's it's easy or anything, but I learn so much from it. Oh ya, and office gossip is really something I tell you.
Monday, February 23, 2009
first day
So today was my first day on the internship. The office isn't that big, and the people were unexpectedly quite warm. Of course there were grumpy faces (it's a Monday), but most of them were middle-aged women so they knew how to treat people well. Like making dessert from the rice cooker in the pantry and fussing over my broadband connection.
Surprisingly I got quite a lot of work on my first day! Not that I'm complaining; in fact I think it's good, at least they trust me to do the work, and it's good training as well. My boss asked me to vet some bank insurance policy contracts and format my comments into letter form. And I'm so relieved he was quite happy with what I did. Thank God! He had to do very little editing, and zoom, off they were sent.
And I already know I have work waiting for me tomorrow.
Now if only the food was good.
Surprisingly I got quite a lot of work on my first day! Not that I'm complaining; in fact I think it's good, at least they trust me to do the work, and it's good training as well. My boss asked me to vet some bank insurance policy contracts and format my comments into letter form. And I'm so relieved he was quite happy with what I did. Thank God! He had to do very little editing, and zoom, off they were sent.
And I already know I have work waiting for me tomorrow.
Now if only the food was good.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Eating escapades...!
Ok so recently I met up with K after a long, long three months for dinner. Basically, the whole later half of last year I didn't really have the chance to sit down and have a loooong talk with her, so the dinner was to make up for that, I guess. Well, the busy lady kept me waiting for I think 20-25 minutes at the reception where she worked, because she had some last minute stuff to rush out, so I finished up two business magazines and now am a whole lot smarter about SMEs and renewables. And K looked very professional, impartial and just in her get-up; even I was fooled. We went to this restaurant/eatery that served savoury and sweet crepes, which was also the place the class gathering that I could not turn up for took place, and the food wasn't that bad at all, surprisingly! Changed my perception of crepes. Shared the tiramisu crepe dessert, which was crepey in an unexpected way. The meals weren't exactly value for money, but not bad either lah. At least rats didn't drop out of the ceiling.
OH WAIT OF COURSE NOT, because there wasn't any ceiling; we were surrounded by the rest of Basement 1. So much so I bumped into a cousin (yes, while sitting and eating in a restaurant) and she bumped into a primary school friend (yes, while sitting and eating in a restaurant). But, despite that, we talked. About legal liggles and school-life giggles, and my evidently non-existent lovelife (and hers as well, equally evidently non-existent...?).
Here comes a point where I realise, and soon after am confounded as to why, people keep on asking, "Ooh what's going on...?" or "What do you see in your future partner?" and things along that line. I mean, don't stop asking, it's actually fine by me to discuss these birds and bees that I have yet to chance upon (sad urban world I live in), and I don't mind, I think. In fact, I guess it's in a way oppositely interesting, to get a feel of what kind of a person who doesn't really have crushes, infatuations, objects of affection or any of the sort really is like, especially in the hormonally-charged circumstance of the teenage mindset. So for now, I guess, that is a mainstay conversation topic.
Then we went to get the MOTHER'S present, which was a piggy pencilcase. The next day, we celebrated HER birthday! And I'm so glad K and I didn't go for Japanese cuisine in the end, because the FAMILY went for Momoya ala-carte buffet! Stuffed myself so much. Waiter kept giving us more than we ordered but who cares, we ate it all in the end, hahaha. I think I still managed to order for more than its worth, and that gives me a fuzzeh feeling.
And then, I went to teach Indian migrant workers. I did a conversational thing with some of them today to encourage them to speak in proper sentences, because at the moment they do not. So you know, we were exchanging questions and replies. I then asked them what they intended to do in the future, what they had planned for. And then the same question got thrown right back into my face, and I got stumped for a second.
Then I remembered and said NS.
AND THEN AND THEN I was on my way back, and I bumped into an SC junior and we went back home together. But that's not the point. So we were on the bus. And I now understand why they have those signs about how it's illegal to harass/abuse/assault the bus captain or something.
AND THEN AND THEN go figure.
OH WAIT OF COURSE NOT, because there wasn't any ceiling; we were surrounded by the rest of Basement 1. So much so I bumped into a cousin (yes, while sitting and eating in a restaurant) and she bumped into a primary school friend (yes, while sitting and eating in a restaurant). But, despite that, we talked. About legal liggles and school-life giggles, and my evidently non-existent lovelife (and hers as well, equally evidently non-existent...?).
Here comes a point where I realise, and soon after am confounded as to why, people keep on asking, "Ooh what's going on...?" or "What do you see in your future partner?" and things along that line. I mean, don't stop asking, it's actually fine by me to discuss these birds and bees that I have yet to chance upon (sad urban world I live in), and I don't mind, I think. In fact, I guess it's in a way oppositely interesting, to get a feel of what kind of a person who doesn't really have crushes, infatuations, objects of affection or any of the sort really is like, especially in the hormonally-charged circumstance of the teenage mindset. So for now, I guess, that is a mainstay conversation topic.
Then we went to get the MOTHER'S present, which was a piggy pencilcase. The next day, we celebrated HER birthday! And I'm so glad K and I didn't go for Japanese cuisine in the end, because the FAMILY went for Momoya ala-carte buffet! Stuffed myself so much. Waiter kept giving us more than we ordered but who cares, we ate it all in the end, hahaha. I think I still managed to order for more than its worth, and that gives me a fuzzeh feeling.
And then, I went to teach Indian migrant workers. I did a conversational thing with some of them today to encourage them to speak in proper sentences, because at the moment they do not. So you know, we were exchanging questions and replies. I then asked them what they intended to do in the future, what they had planned for. And then the same question got thrown right back into my face, and I got stumped for a second.
Then I remembered and said NS.
AND THEN AND THEN I was on my way back, and I bumped into an SC junior and we went back home together. But that's not the point. So we were on the bus. And I now understand why they have those signs about how it's illegal to harass/abuse/assault the bus captain or something.
AND THEN AND THEN go figure.
Monday, February 16, 2009
We are all skinny people
Ok so went for dinner with SY and YX around six or seven hours ago, at NYNY (of all places right, but we're still subsisting on a teen's budget, so). And apparently I was late.
Well that doesn't matter because SY has YX to entertain/disturb him. Hahaha.
First impressions: It's not as if I don't know them or anything, but I hadn't seen YX in three months. I recently met up with SY, so he doesn't count. Though he's apparently been working out, but I can't really tell yet. Not to worry, it'll show in I think a few more weeks? Skinny people are like that lah. So anyway, YX all of a sudden looked quite mature, possibly because of the hair, and the contacts. I think that's good (it's about time), but she didn't behave very much differently compared to three months ago, hahaha. It's good. I guess.
A few things. We sat at this table, which was very awkward for three people. Basically, none of us faced each other. While that may be a good thing FOR ME, it made it difficult to converse and all. Though it was basically me and YX just yakking away. And pointing knives here and there to make our point. SY, most of the time, did a HB and stuffed himself silly with his food, and some of YX's and mine. Skinny people are like that lah. Ok basically I'm what people would call a slow eater and YX was struggling with her food, which in itself is a strange phenomenon.
Before that, when the food just came, I took the liberty of squeezing all manner of ketchup and chilli sauce on the perimeter of their plates. (I always do that now when there're bottles of those, and a proper plate.) And after that the waiter found it hard to clear our plates; I must be one of the more problematic diners one could come across.
Then after dinner we walked around aimlessly, while talking about random stuff and throwing random insults at each other. Actually we had an aim, of getting something cold and sweet. But after that our stomachs told us otherwise. Skinny people are like that lah.
Well that doesn't matter because SY has YX to entertain/disturb him. Hahaha.
First impressions: It's not as if I don't know them or anything, but I hadn't seen YX in three months. I recently met up with SY, so he doesn't count. Though he's apparently been working out, but I can't really tell yet. Not to worry, it'll show in I think a few more weeks? Skinny people are like that lah. So anyway, YX all of a sudden looked quite mature, possibly because of the hair, and the contacts. I think that's good (it's about time), but she didn't behave very much differently compared to three months ago, hahaha. It's good. I guess.
A few things. We sat at this table, which was very awkward for three people. Basically, none of us faced each other. While that may be a good thing FOR ME, it made it difficult to converse and all. Though it was basically me and YX just yakking away. And pointing knives here and there to make our point. SY, most of the time, did a HB and stuffed himself silly with his food, and some of YX's and mine. Skinny people are like that lah. Ok basically I'm what people would call a slow eater and YX was struggling with her food, which in itself is a strange phenomenon.
Before that, when the food just came, I took the liberty of squeezing all manner of ketchup and chilli sauce on the perimeter of their plates. (I always do that now when there're bottles of those, and a proper plate.) And after that the waiter found it hard to clear our plates; I must be one of the more problematic diners one could come across.
Then after dinner we walked around aimlessly, while talking about random stuff and throwing random insults at each other. Actually we had an aim, of getting something cold and sweet. But after that our stomachs told us otherwise. Skinny people are like that lah.
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