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| Jeepers Creepers |
[Feb. 21st, 2007|12:20 am] |
There is a boy, a very creepy boy. Let us call him Jeepers Creepers for nothing else can express the sheer creepiness of his utter creephood. He seats himself - uninvited - with us at our table during dinner. He opens his creepy creepy mouth, competely out of the blue, and says, "So, do you live in China?"
I am sure that I have misheard him over the noise of the dining hall. "Sorry?", I say, "I didn't catch what you were saying".
"I said", Jeepers Creepers repeats very slowly and clearly as if I am hard of hearing or perhaps slow of comprehension, "I said, do you live in China?"
I correct him politely and tell him that I live in Singapore but was born in Canada, and vow to avoid running into Jeepers Creepers in the future. Jeepers Creepers believes that he is The Expert on all things Asian because he has taken several years of Japanese. And in his Expert opinion, someone who is Chinese must be from China, just as someone who is black must be from Africa. Obviously.
There are far too many Jeepers Creepers here. But never mind that, we Asians must go write fortunes for our fortune cookies and take over the world with the sage advice we offer. |
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| the sky is so blue |
[Sep. 26th, 2006|05:45 pm] |
oh yes it is, and the sunshine is so golden, and the grass is so green, and it is a very very beautiful day (and no, i'm not doing pot). which is my way of justifying the uploading of random gratuitous photos of college ;p enjoy! :)
ps. stay tuned folks, the focus of the next issue of the photoblog shall be FOOD ;D
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[Sep. 11th, 2006|03:25 pm] |
hi there folks :) ok i haven't blogged for like the last five million years so this is just to let you know that i'm still alive and well and have not yet been viciously assaulted by some random american sex fiend and left to die in some dank dark alley ;p in fact, i think that my inability to remember that the cars all drive on the wrong side of the road over here is rather more likely to see me into the hospital than any number of fictional sex predators (which small town Brunswick, Maine seems to lack anyway). fortunately, it's mandatory by law here for cars to stop when they see pedestrians which means that even along the busiest road here (that's not saying alot, this -is- small town Brunswick), i can choose to cross along the most crowded stretch and be perfectly within my rights in causing a ten-car pileup on each side of the road as i trapse lithely across the asphalt.
in case you think i'm exaggerating when i afix the words 'small town' to Brunswick everytime i mention my dear sweet sad little college town, just keep in mind that most (by that, i really mean all buildings not on campus) of the buildings here don't exceed three stories in height and that up until a couple of years ago, a 12-storey dorm on campus was the tallest building in the entire state of Maine. there are people living out in the woods who don't have neighbours within walking distance. there are even people who think sweatpants constitute perfectly acceptable garb for braving the public! talk about rural seclusion =_=
but it's not all bad out here, actually it's been rather unexpectedly enjoyable. for one thing, the social (ie. night) life is incredible. there are parties every thursday, friday and saturday night. they engage bands to put up concerts at least once every week (which makes choosing between hitting the parties and the concerts rather tough). there's an amazing ice cream place about ten minutes off campus in Brunswick which serves icecream in scoops about the size of three of my fists (that's a size small, mind you. Welcome to America) in the most fabulous crunchy waffle cones - unfortunately it's now closed until next summer which is HEARTBREAKING. the people here are pretty nice too and by 'nice', i don't just mean that the guys are tall, hot and gorgeous (though they are ;p). the people are all genuinely friendly and interesting and also surprisingly diverse considering that Bowdoin's known for being primarily a recipient of rich white prep school kids who shop exclusively at J Crewe and Abercrombie & Fitch.
actually, i feel like i should insert a disclaimer here. these kids are interesting and intelligent -until- thursday night and then they all get completely trashed. i've had to walk more than one inebriated friend back to their dorms and i've only been here two weeks - can you see where this is going? so far, the drunks i've encountered have all been charmingly drunk (ie. refreshingly unabashed and utterly hilarious) though i've heard stories of the more unsavoury variety. the only issue is that when you're the only decently sober person at a party and incidentally also probably the lightest person around, it can be extremely difficult to lead people who outweigh you by perhaps twenty pounds back to their rooms, especially when their alcohol-soused minds are telling them that one more can won't hurt. haha did i mention how enjoyable it is being the lightest by a large margin? ;p it lets me tuck in to the fantastic dining hall food without feeling too guilty haha ;D anyway, im going to go do my work now - feel free to entertain yourself by drooling at my lovely dining hall menus here ;D;D |
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| Hi, my name is Helga |
[Aug. 5th, 2006|09:32 pm] |
claire: jiaxun we can't hear anything if the speakers are facing down
me: i'm putting in the batteries la, you dodo
-2 second pause-
lucas: haha you're extinct!
jy (while seeking to peel orange with exceptionally thick skin): i need something sharp
me: well that's definitely not your brain then!
tq: look, i have an orange peeler!
jy (official orange peeler): oh no, i'm redundant!
tq: where does happy go?
everyone: uh where?
tq: happy go lucky! *laughs madly to herself*
claire: we should stage a Lucas musical! and jy can be his Vegetable Man sidekick!
lucas: i don't think i wanna be in this musical
lucas (after observing my plaits, straw hats and shorts): jiaxun you're german! you're a Nazi! you're Helga!
ladies and gentlemen, i present to you my classmates ;p |
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| there's life out there |
[Jul. 25th, 2006|10:35 pm] |
i think that perhaps i should consider taking up Scientology so that i can make my peace with the aliens. they have recently escalated their harassment from their usual midnight machinations where they merely rattle the roof tiles and make the water pipes groan while im trying to get some precious shuteye to actual physical attacks! :(:(:(
for example, on Saturday the aliens kidnapped my brain and when they returned it to me, it was cunningly re-programmed to delude me into believing that spending an afternoon at ECP partaking of Healthful Exercise would be a good idea despite my usual (sensible) avoidance of any and all physical exertion thingys. so i foolishly and naively undertook renting a set of rollerblades and proceeded to fall like, i dunno, five times in ten minutes. eh, i know what you're thinking, stop that right now - i can blade ok!! anyway i discovered that the reason for my extraordinary attraction to the ground was a faulty Left Blade of Doom (its front wheel was loose) - obviously the work of those aliens! so i turned around and headed back to the Evil Alien Rollerblade Rental Shop to get another set of blades when this evil speed demon - obviously an Evil Alien Agent in cahoots with the Evil Alien Rollerblade Rental folks! - came up behind me and swept me off my feet. uh, literally, not figuratively or romantically or anything pleasantly agreeable like that but physically and painfully and disturbingly! i have a slightly sprained left wrist and a deep plummy blue-purple bruise approximately the size and shape of a smallish egg on my left hip to show from my decidedly disturbing encounter with Mr Alien Speed Demon, and also a newly-discovered and highly regrettable propensity to swear under shock, for which he is solely and horribly responsible though his grovelling apologeticness somewhat migitates his crime (instead of being a Careless Young Punk, he's just a Careless Young ..Lad?).
you'd think that i'd have been wise enough to throw in the towel after that but i, gripped in throes of a bout of abysmal stupidity, decided to practice cycling after i was done blading! i could go on at length about my ineptitude with wheeled objects but suffice it to say that i wove incessantly from my side of the road into oncoming traffic, nearly hurled myself off a bridge into the canal, and caused a three-bicycle pile-up in a relatively uncrowded stretch of ECP. fortunately, nichole (my favourite nun! i think Saturday afternoon has chalked up some major brownie points for you up in heaven!) intervened at this point and decided that i should stop endangering myself and the general public and that we should go home and shower so we could watch all of Johnny Depp's glorious gloriful glory onscreen later at night!
<3<3<3 Captain Jack Sparrow, and not to mention the gorgeous Will Turner ;D;D someone smack stupid Elizabeth Swann though rahrahrahhhh - she must be an Alien too ;p
i think i'm going to go put on my tin foil hat now - them aliens can read our minds! |
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| Attack of the Jigsaw Part II |
[Jul. 16th, 2006|01:58 pm] |
(also known as The Reunion of the Kooky Friends ;p)
i cannot think what possessed me to buy a thousand-piece nightmare as the sequel to our first foray into the world of obsessive compulsive jigsaw completion. i think we may never complete it. or wait, perhaps we will and then realise that the Gods of Jigsaw are frowning on us and have vapourised that vital piece of puzzle right in the middle where the little boy should have an eye and that we will never be able to actually complete the puzzle and that little boy will be a cyclops forever!! oh the horror :(
on the bright side, it's a marvelous excuse that forces us to keep meeting up again and again and again ;D;D bring on Part III !! |
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| just to prove that my blog's not dead ;p |
[Jun. 25th, 2006|05:12 pm] |
i spent the better part of today trapped in an insane 200 minute driving (read: the activity which has been sucking away my life and rendering my blog comatose for the past month) nightmare. i've never really enjoyed driving lessons - something in me just can't get used to the fact that we're not supposed to knock down all the orange cones and that, no, we don't get twinkly star-like bonus points if we knock them all down with one movement (the product of far too many hours of super mario in the tender years of my misspent youth?) - so it's no surprise that today's session was no different ;p
you see, the Instructor of the Day was Mr Apeface (he does so remind me of one) who is evil and discouraging and racist and should be banned from inflicting his Supreme Ugliness upon the unsuspecting and undeserving general populace. he likes to start each lesson by telling me how "alot of peepul have plobrem with dis one, i hop you're not like dat ah", with a disapproving expression that tells me of his deep and abiding conviction that i will be the worst yet of the lot, and liberally spinkles his discourse with random sweeping (and utterly unfounded) generalisations against All Who Are Not Chinese which only fuels my desire to drive him into the nearest drain - a deep dank one with running sewage for preference - and leave him there to rot! only consideration for my own well-being (ie. how i'm going to clamber out of the aforesaid sewage-infested drain) stays my hand ;p
also, Sir Apeface always comes packaged together with a particular car which (unfortunately) complements his loathsome personality perfectly. its engine vibrates excessively with great shuddering jerks such that when the car is at rest, i can feel myself being bounced off my seat like a ping pong ball in the hands of one of those super duper megastar table tennis players from china. the sound effects which accompany its statacco trembling go something like "ghh-dhh ghh-dhh ghh-dhh" except vastly speeded up and much more annoying. there's also something desperately wrong with its coolant tank cause it seems to be continuously and horribly overheated. it emits this strange hissing popping noise which leaves me convinced that the engine is about to spontaneously combust but Mr Apeface in variably waves this away airily as the "pehhhhhr-fect-ry normal" sound of the coolant evaporating.
thankfully thankfully thankfully, this is the last of my 200-minute marathons of madness that i've booked - all lessons henceforth shall come singly ;D;D;D it's hello once more to my sadly missed social life, glory be alleluia ;D;D;D |
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| random |
[Apr. 13th, 2006|10:55 pm] |
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conversation between sheena and me:
everything in its time says:
the only boy i rem from kindergarten was
everything in its time says:
this FAT FAT BOY
everything in its time says:
called LYCHEE or sth
when the skies are brighter canary yellow says:
WHAT??
like what a cool name, he must wake up everyday thanking his parents for that one. |
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| Dancing In Red Shoes Will Kill You |
[Mar. 22nd, 2006|11:19 pm] |
i have a secret admirer and her name is Sandra.
Sandra, who is a very friendly young lady, has been sending me love messages - yes, it's Disclose The Steamy Contents Of Your Junk Mail Folder Time again - titled along the suggestive lines of "EverybodyNeedsAF**kFriend..we all do" or "BeMyF*kBuddy" (with censorship courtesy of yours truly). goodness, i'd no idea i was so irresistible ;p i know i was in a convent school (and for that matter, in st nicks - famed for its production of Grade A butches and passives) for ten years, but this is a bit much. i mean, look: Sandra, i know that we live in a free country and that we're currently wooing the pink dollar and that you're perfectly entitled to have atypical romantic leanings for your gender. but still, i'd really appreciate it you'd concentrate your amorous attentions elsewhere CAUSE YOU'RE BARKING UP THE WRONG STRAIGHT-BRANCHED TREE HERE (!).
ah well, at least Sandra is a fan of mine cause the people who call me at work every day (to ask inane questions about Terribly Asinine Xylophones) sure aren't. on the contrary, they'd like nothing better than to stand cackling over my very dead body (no prizes for guessing who's killed me), preparing to harvest my organs for sale in China and to donate the meat from my carcass to the UN Oil For Food Programme :(:(:(
perhaps i'll just dance away in my new red shoes and never never come back to the dread House of Xylophones where the air is as dry as how your throat feels before you have to give a speech and the calls are as unending as how a semester of school looks at the end of the june holidays. |
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| Sri The Benovelent |
[Mar. 16th, 2006|07:36 pm] |
my maid Sri is an exceedingly kind, compassionate and caring person who spends every waking moment gripped by a quaking all-consuming paranoia that one day i will starve to death due to her negligence and since this is a heinous sin for which she'd never forgive herself, she likes to oscillate (at an average frequency of, let's say, nine trillion megaHertz) between the kitchen and whichever area of the house where i have currently installed myself to ply me with tempting offers of luscious foodstuffs that i rarely have the willpower to reject. thus, i am growing to look increasingly like an inflatable beach ball after a day by the seaside (read: large and rotund, but with little puffy indents which save me from perfect sphericality) and losing all but the most superficial semblance to the human species.
so, to prevent my neighbours' children from trying to toss me around the next time i visit the pool (it's a natural child's instinct to start a water-based game of captain's ball when faced with a round object floating in a pool), i've been trying to Live Healthily but the phenomenally astute Sri always manages to foil my sad attempts to Keep Fit.
for example - a conversation between Sri and me after a brief attempt at blading today,
Sri: are you hungry?
me: no
Sri: you sure?
me: yup, not hungry at all
Sri: you don't want to eat something?
me: no, really, i'm full
Sri: really? i fry an egg for you?
me: ...
and that would be a typical exchange between the two of us on any given day when i am at home and fully at her mercy. you see what i'm up against? it's almost a good thing i'm going back to work next week and away from her tempting ways. and if you'll excuse me now, i think Sri has a snack for me d: cheerio! |
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| 19 Greatest Love Hits Ever |
[Mar. 14th, 2006|11:59 am] |
the other day, i was browsing through gramaphone (hail the cheapo in me pls, haha) and idly picked up "19 Greatest Love Hits Ever" or something like that and realised, to my everlasting horror, that i had EVERY SINGLE SONG listed. the next thing you know, i'll be restricted to a movie diet of insipid rom-coms and sappy korean love dramas, and reading (OH THE HORROR) romance novels - a genre of books which i think would be better off being used as a cheap source of fuel in Third World countries. i mean just think of the benefits, no more erosion of brain cells due to the reading of cheap trashy print and free fuel for impoverished families everywhere!
but to recapture my point, i have decided to save myself from the terrible fate of reading works by judith mcnaught (?) and her ilk from now unto eternity by taking a trip down to kino to take advantage of the fabulous 20% sale and lay my grasping greedy paws on never let me go :D:D:D turrah! |
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| on the dole |
[Mar. 11th, 2006|03:32 pm] |
i just had four wisdom teeth extracted yesterday and i think i'm in seventh heaven :D
now, don't get me wrong, i'm not like some sicko masochist or anything. it's just that i now have EIGHT glorious days of mc which means i won't have to show my face at the office until next next monday yippee muahahahahha. actually, i haven't been to work since thursday :D:D:D i'm a teensy bit worried about the possibility of Them (ie. the Powers That Be at the dreaded airplane-cabin-air workplace) deciding to kick my lazy butt right out of the office but then again, it's not like they have hordes of desperate unemployed loafers charging at their doors and begging to be hired lols. so teeheeheehee, anybody wanna go out? i'm free anytime you are, so just give me a call (: |
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| PeePeeGrowth |
[Feb. 26th, 2006|02:45 pm] |
i'm currently emptying out my junk mail folder (i get alot of it, don't ask me why). anyway, there are weirdoes out there who take pleasure in sending me lovely missives generally entitled "MalePermanentGrowth" or "PeePeeGrowth" (i kid you not) or "You Can EnlargeYourMaleMember Guyz". but today is obviously an extra special day cause i have an offer of "FreeAdultWebCams" from one melissa nakidz (is it just me, or does that really sound like nakeds) and also, inexplicably enough, a love note rather incoherently headed "ithoughyoulovedme" from katherine D florina. clearly, i have been inadvertently breaking hearts left right and centre with my devastating beauty and irresistible charm etc etc.
can i ask you why all these strange people out there believe that i am:
a) male, and
b) desiring PeePeeGrowth, and
c) an inadvertent breaker of hearts/pervert
or
d) transsexual, and
e) in need of PeePeeGrowth, and also
f) an inadvertent breaker of hearts/pervert
i mean, i would totally understand if they were sending me things like "Ladiez EnhanceYourBust Today" or "Lose TwentyPounds In TwoDays" because that would at least imply that these spammers were doing their homework. instead, i get all these strange web offers obviously meant for insecure horny male creatures with dreadful Napoleon complexes. am i not wearing enough pink? do i not play enough with my makeup? don't i have enough pretty skirts? I'M A GIRL STOP SENDING ME THIS NONSENSE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL!!
evil spammers. Pls EatDirt Today ResultsGuaranteed. |
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| A Salaried Employee |
[Feb. 10th, 2006|11:12 pm] |
i am officially employed.
you will note the lack of a cheerful excited ! (i don't like how
mundane 'exclamation mark' sounds so i'm letting the ! speak for
itself. if only it had a dashing cavalier name like 'tadah' or 'wow'
which is the kind of aural image a ! triggers) at the end of the that
sentence. it is terminated by an everyday boring period, rather than
its more exotic cousins in the punctuation family. draw your own
conclusions.
i am also getting paid! on the tenth of march! yay! ka-ching ka-ching
ka-ching! shoes shoes shoes! (those !s, btw, are very much intended. go
figure)
sadly, some of that lovely ka-ching ka-ching goes into CPF. that's like
putting your hongbao money into the bank instead of blowing it on the
insert-blank-here that you want ): haha but it's probably better to
have some of my Sacred Shoe Fund end up in an untouchable savings
account than to starve to death in my old age, dying unnoticed and
unloved, with my herd of pet shoes chewing my face off d: or maybe i
mean pet cats, whatever.
clearly my mental functions are shutting down after a solid afternoon of babysitting, pro bono,
to allow my aunt and uncle to have a last one-on-one outing sans
enfants before they return to seattle tomorrow where they will no
longer have an army of willing child-minders (read: slaves) to help
them prevent their offspring from trying to subsist on a chocolate-only
diet. my jeans are covered in drool and porridge, there's a chocolate
smear on my tee, i've given up wearing dangly earrings (to a ten-month-old toddler, they just scream 'PULL'), and an afternoon of carrying around a 23-pound little
charmer and playing airplane with her older brother - fyi, the airplane
in question here would be the brother, with my arms supplying the
anti-gravity flight mechanism - has irreversibly stretched my arms to
orangutan proportions.
and yet, i know i'm going to miss them: it's like the bittersweet kiss of a pomelo tugging at your heart, sharp as the unexpected papercut from a kitchen towel, and somehow you just wish that they'd never leave. i hate goodbyes. |
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| Will Work For Food |
[Feb. 8th, 2006|02:58 pm] |
glory be, the nice people who are going to give me a job (see how
careful i am to avoid being sued for libel?) have finally called me up
to go down and sign my employment contract thingmajig. unfortunately,
they seem to want a copy of my prelim results. like hello?! why not my
'O's huh? at least those don't indicate my possessing the approximate
mental capacity of a severely brain-damaged squirrel. such sadness ):
): ):
hopefully, though, it'll be too late for them to withdraw their job
offer cause i really need something to suck me out of the terrible
spiralling addiction to the teevee that has sucked me into its dreadful
wake like some monstrous black hole on steroids. i can't stop watching
- of all channels - hallmark (!). i wake up in the morning (on days
when my mom hasn't convinced me to join her in her quest for fitness at
the gym) and eat nutella out of the jar and watch sappy family dramas.
for example, today i watched an episode of "Family Law", the movie
"Follow The Stars Home" (which incidentally one of those shameless
weepies that everyone is better off not watching), and an episode of
"Judging Amy" before i decided that i should stop so that the evil rays
of mindless television wouldn't zap out all my brain cells. i think
there were quite a few casualties anyway cause my brain now gets
distinctly woozy even looking at the math questions my sister asks me
to do when i tuition her. it's probably cause her textbook has absorbed
the evil vibes of st nick's atrocious paint scheme - another aspect of
the nefarious Plot To Bring St Nicks Down masterminded by the infamous
helen choo rahhhhh. i think i shall go feed some of the bittergourd
stew (beastly stuff!) that my grandma prepared last night to my voodoo
doll of helen choo now. cheerio!
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| I'll Take One Inflatable Husband, Please |
[Feb. 4th, 2006|08:34 pm] |
you know for sure that you've lost any semblance of a life when:
1) you find yourself online practically 24/7 and talk to just about every unfortunate soul who logs on
2) you start lobbying for friends to go for the most obscure classes with you (read: lindy hop)
3) you start to really really look forward to working
4) you enter into ginko nut peeling contests with your aunt (who is
currently on vacation here from seattle and so is excused from the
charges of insanity that would otherwise be pressed against her in
these circumstances)
5) you find yourself engaging in sacred television watching rituals and
becoming inordinately agitated when they're interrupted by anything
short of a natural disaster
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alas, the list goes on ): and it's only likely to get longer because
the good people who have decided to give me a job have decided to delay
the start of my job by TWO whole days. instead of having a romantic
rendezvous with the tax collectors on february the fourteenth, i'm now
free to spend my valentine's day at the dentist's so that he can do
painful things to my mouth and tell me whether he absolutely has to
take those wisdom teeth out (or, perhaps, whether i need dentures!).
i've got to think of better things to do on valentine's day lol, i
think i need to get a boyfriend - only the rich, good-looking, smart,
college-bound, and straight need apply d:
or alternatively, i could get an Inflatable Husband! i'm serious, these
things do exist, google it! as yet, they seem to be only available in a
Husband version, maybe they should make Boyfriend versions for the
commitment-phobes out there d: i want one who looks like that
g-g-g-gorgeous green-eyed dreamboat on AMI who auditioned in the first
episode of this season and sang sinatra *swoons* mm it'll have to have
his dreamy voice too, so i can be serenaded everywhere i go!
haha ok shit i realise i wasn't sounding very intellectual there.
wahahhaa i'm so dead, how will i ever convince any university that i'm
brainy enough for them? i think i shall go read "Memoirs of A Geisha"
now, perhaps by reading lots and lots i'll exude an air of
sophistication and panache and so subtly alter the world around me and
turn my A levels into something decent!
ciao now, i'll let you know if my great Plan works out d:
ps. the cute AMI sinatra boy is called david radford (: |
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| Earghhhh |
[Feb. 1st, 2006|10:56 pm] |
holy moly!! everyone's been saying that the dreadful A-thingie will be
released on the all-too-imminent SEVENTEENTH OF FEBRUARY!! like HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP!!! how
very very disturbing! my state of blissful ignorance will come to an
untimely end in exactly two weeks and two days ): such extreme
woefulness ):):):):): i shall start stockpiling my personal supplies of
kleenex and prozac in preparation for The Day of Doom - don't snatch!
eurgh i can't believe that my life is hinging on a silly slip of paper
that i could easily recycle and have turned into toilet paper! how
dreadful dreadful dreadful ):):):):):):): the only good thing about the
A-thingie being released so early is uhhhhhh that i can finally throw
out my notes (and recycle them and have them turned into toilet paper).
huh, some consolation
haha okay i realise that the 1987 people converse about only two topics
right now - the A levels and NS. of the two, i think NS is much more
yawn-inducing, amusing as it undeniably is to hear the sunburnt
eggheads (did i mention yet how funny they all look?) whinge and whine
about the hardships of serving one's nation. you see, NS boys can talk
of nothing but NS. it's my sergeant this, my company that, i sleep next
to the __jc prom king, lee hsien loong's son is in my company, yadda
yadda yadda .. it gets dreadfully stale after a while, fascinating as
it is to hear about the splendid brainwashing programmes -
cunningly disguised as life skills talks and their ilk - where they
teach you to be a splendid upright citizen who will defend the borders
of singapore (this thought gives me the heebie-jeebies btw. can you
imagine our friends with M-16s in their hands? the very thought makes
me shudder) and is also a good employee/husband/father/son (haha good
one there - imagine our friends married and with kids!
"hey children, let's go play with some dynamite, it's goes BOOM, just
like the things in dota/randomviolentRPG!"). uh to recapture the point
of my wandering sentence, the NS boys are dreadfully dull d: the
actuality of serving in the army is nothing as glamorous as all those
heroic posters (picturing rugged-looking males - who strangely do not
resemble in any aspect any actual NS boys of my acquaintance - with
dirt smeared artistically and most flatteringly across their tanned
faces which are already striped with interesting patterns of green and
black camoflauge paint) in underpasses and buses make it out to be.
they seem to spend all their time uh singing dirty songs while they
march, learning new hokkien vulgarities, looking at pictures of other
people's girlfriends etc etc. mostly, they seem to be waiting for the
next weekend bookout. and yet, they can't stop talking about NS when
they get out! the paradox of NS, lols.
the reason why i have so much to say on NS is that 04A53 had a cny
gathering yesterday at clarence's house and there were just too many
shaven sunburnt skinheads in the house for comfort. no matter if i was
playing cluedo or bridge or just gossiping, i could hear a background
hum of sergeantcompanyNSplatoonsectionmarchingfieldcampbunkmatehair!
haha like such total no-lifers la d: oh yes, and i don't care what
everyone says - cluedo is very fun! it's like CSI for dummies, almost
as addictive as bridge (: i realised to my horror yesterday that one
and a half months of abstinence (from bridge, of course, don't get any
ideas) had almost completely eroded my bridge skills! i couldn't
remember anything! for example, what the set-ratio is for a bid of two
and whether one starts the game or not when one has successfully bidded
no trump. but no worries, my memory has been fully refreshed and i'm
totally up for another round of bridge. right this instant, if possible
(:
for now, i'll just sit around waiting for my job to start and aggravate
my already-pronounced pedantic tendencies by reading "Eats, Shoots
& Leaves". hail the new punctuation warrior in me!
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| 500 Pieces |
[Dec. 8th, 2005|12:42 am] |
hello friends, i'm back. not that i think many people reaad this old
Cretaceous Period fossil anyway but i live in hope d: pls validate my
shallow meaningless existence by leaving me a note or alternatively,
pls engage in scandalous bank-robbing-type activities to satisfy my
inner voyeur :D:D:D
anyway, yesterday me and my 'KOOKY'(ahem) classmates decided to be a
trifle odd. we spent approximately five(!) hours assembling
a five hundred piece jigsaw puzzle on the children's floor @
suntec. before you start laughing, it was a jigsaw consisting of one
third of annoyingly repetitive blue sky, one third of endless
snowy trees, and one third of dull brown mansion with millions of
absolutely identical miniscule windows. it wasn't easy ok! especially
when you can feel all these YVELE staring eyes boring into your back as
you try to differentiate hopelessly identical pieces of snow-covered
firs.
rah, literally EVERYONE who walked past was ogling at us (only
natural, given how pretty we girls are d: ). we were like a tourist
attraction, we should have like put out a cap like buskers do la! it
was exceedingly disturbing when this frightening ahbeing-creature with
the requisite orange hair suddenly materialised behind me and peered
over my shoulder at our jigsaw taking form. i thought he was going to
snatch away our jigsaw pieces(!) or stamp on what we'd already fitted
together(!!) or steal the box with the picture on it(!!!) or some such
dire thing. hey so sue me, i'm paranoid, but he did look awfully like
the yvele destructive ahbeng in my dream who stole my IC and smashed my
calculator - thereby preventing me from taking my math A-levels! but in
reality he just shuffled away to report to some other ahbeng-creature,
presumably to convey that we weren't really prime mugging material
since we were only doing a $4.95 jigsaw. so whew, no fulfilment of
non-prophetic nightmare. rather unfortunately, we were plagued with the
ominous presence of ahbengs and ahlians spouting vulgarities in various
dialects (they really should be commended for their multilinguality)
all afternoon. clarence thought they were out to steal our bags lol.
obviously, there's someone more paranoid than me d:
we were actually supposed to go meet our other classmates to watch
pride and prejudice at 7.10 but our puzzle was so uh addictive that we
really couldn't leave before finishing it (jy, in particular, was
really psychotically obsessed with finishing it d: ) so it was a wee
bit unpleasant when we had to cancel on our dear friends - we promise
never to be so evil again *crosses fingers* clearly, our class prefers
obsessive puzzle-solving to watching movies :D heehee such
excitingness, EAT DIRT MR JIGSAW! dearest OTF/PWP and SSB we should do
this again one day (: any takers for a jigsaw partayyyyyyyyyyyy?
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[Oct. 19th, 2005|06:50 pm] |
mm i was going to do the new Alternative/Evil class survey and
post it but im much too lazy to fill out 24 questions. i think i shall
do it this weekend. or invent my own survey! the new survey was
obviously conceived by a very twisted mind (hello?!? who would you like
hwee to put in a wetsuit?!?), and the old survey is certainly very
strange (uh yellow plastic bag anyone?), but mine will trump them all!
whose shalt be the fairest evil-est survey
of them all? mine!!
haha ok i realise im getting just a tad too agitated for my own good :p
but you'd be agitated too if you had to come to school everyday at
eight (!) for history and lit lessons - missing lunch in the process(!)
- while your science friends sleep in until thirteen o'clock (!) and
feast on tasty homecooked meals(!). such woefulness :(:(:( ok i think i'd better calm down now
and count the exclamation marks :p anyway, what i meant to say was that
the chicken curry at the parkway foodcourt isn't at all bad (it
probably helps if you're absolutely starving like i was), and you're
welcome to ask me to follow you down to parkway to try it :):):)
other food items/sources i'd be willing to follow you to the ends of the earth for:
1) the all-you-can-eat japanese buffet in vancouver
2) morton's steakhouse in chicago/new york
3) the breaded mushrooms at black angus in one fullerton
4) the lobsters, portobello mushrooms, steaks and other miscellanous yummies dished up by my culinary genius uncle in maine
5)the crunchy crispy prata located somewhere behind st nicks
6) the very wonderfully chocolatey ice cream at awfully chocolate in katong mall
mmm that's all i can think of for now. the last item consists of truly
wonderful dark chocolate ice cream which i'm really having a serious
craving for. i think fate is conspiring against me though, cause each
time i try to bring my dearest classmates to sample its chocolatey
goodness, i either end up lost - katong mall and katong shopping mall
are very similar ok :( - or the shop ends up being closed on
mondays(!). the outrage :(:(:( sigh i am being deprived of the
almost-ultimate chocolate experience on earth [the ultimate being sprunglis
from belgium, of course]. awfully chocolate's super-rich dark
chocolate ice cream is what all good cacoa beans (except the especially
angelic ones who get reincarnated as sprunglis)
become when they die/get plucked and go to heaven. if any of you out
there who profess to be my friends truly love me, you will promise to
follow me to katong mall and experience dark chocolate nirvana :):)
dark chocolate, btw, is the only
kind of chocolate worth eating.
so pls, my dear friends, do yourselves a favour and
accompany me to creamy bittersweet cacoa heaven. you'll earn my undying gratitude and affection :D:D:D fail me not, my chocolate-loving friends |
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