yes. i know, i am back.
a rather uneventful holiday. and the very first holiday where i actually *earned* more money then i spent.
spent most of my time lounging in my grandparents' house in front of the tv or lounging in my dad's hotel room in the nice bathtub.
but i guess it makes for a interesting blog read.
wrote some stuff down so that i would blog about it later, an idea borrowed from sarah lim.
day #1:
arrive at the grandparents'.
they have a new dog.
a small white one.
that jumps on me and drools all over.
and gets white fur on my jeans.
despite the fact that it has never met me before.
and met the grandparents.
man, they kiss a lot.
which now is kind of weird since i am a whole "shoulders and head taller" than my grandmother so now i have to stoop down.
which also ended up in my nike bag and shoe bag falling off my shoulder only to be picked up by my meddlesome cousins.
they saw me and screamed "LIZZIE!!!" and then each of them grabbed onto each of my legs. and refuse to let go.
they've got a really good grip.
so i had to somehow make my way around the house, with two kids attached to my legs, and wheeling my suitcase behind me.
and then got plumetted by kisses by everyone.
family tradition, i guess.
the kids saw my suitcase, and squealed. and then tried to lift it.
being 6 and 7, they couldn't even lift it off the ground.
and i couldn't really be bothered to wait for them to give up so i just gave them a candycane each. so that they would be occupied with that and leave me alone.
so i took my suitcase and made my way up the stairs.
then, they saw me struggling up the stairs.
"hey!! lizzie can carry the suitcase with one hand!!"
"wow! lizzie's strong!"
"when i grow up i want to be like lizzie!!!"
if i had a chance, i would have just puked right there.
but then i realized then when she said "when i grow up i want to be like lizzie", she could have been refering to lizzie mcguire. the character hilary duff plays on tv.
but it still didn't explain why they called *me* lizzie.
on the way down the stairs, the only similarity i could figure out was that anjali ended with li, and lizzie begun with li. and that we were of the same age group.
later i asked them, and they said i had lizzie's hair - "straight on top and curly at the bottom."
and that apparently i "looked and talked like lizzie."
i don't know whether that was supposed to be a compliment or an insult.
and the last time i checked, hilary duff had bone straight hair.
2 days later, they had started calling the dog kate.
i pointed out that the dog was male, but it didn't really seem to matter to them.
and the reason for calling the dog kate?
"lizzie doesn't like kate. anjali doesn't like the dog. so we called the dog kate."
it's amazing how simple things are for them.
i have to give it to them that they were observant enough to notice that i'm not much of an animal lover. well at least not for that salivary white furball.
that's just one set of cousins.
remember the tall freaks who call me shortie?
they came on day #2.
here's the intersting bit.
for some reason, they were being nice to me.
nice meaning that they didn't call me shortie, and didn't shove their armpits into my face.
maybe it was because the adults were around.
but usually it means that they need a favour.
him: hey, i need to ask you something.
me: *continues watching tv.* what?
him: well...i need your help.
me: *still has my eyes glued on the tv.* i'm not doing your homework for you again.
him: no...not that.
me: *still hasn't looked away from the google box.* then what?
him: well...um..you're a girl right?
me: *finally looks away from the tv, and stares at him with the what-are-you-an-idiot? kind of look* oh.. wait.. i don't know.. let me check.. *looks under blouse* oh.. i guess i am.
him: *returns the what-an-idiot look* so you know how girls think right?
me: my dear, you are asking the girl who has spent her entire life in a female dominated environment. i have *never* been to a school with boys before. nor do i have any brothers. which gender do you think i would think like?
him: a girl?
me: *claps hands wildly* WOW. CORRECT.
[i've realized that i am especially sarcastic when it comes to them.]
him: so..ok..as a girl.. do you think i'm attractive?
[at this point i was about to burst into laughter and damage his ego forever, but since i am a nice cousin...]
me: you're my cousin. it's a void question.
him: ok. if i wasn't your cousin.
me: i don't go for younger men.
him: just answer me.
me: *deliberates and tries looking for a tactful answer* um...you're tall. that's good. a lot of girls like their guys tall. so you have the next few years to make use of it until you become a giraffe like your other cousin.
him: *stares*..ok.
me: you've got pretty good features. at least above average. no acne to speak of. a decent haircut, although you should try doing something with it, you've had it since we were 9. angular jaw. maybe some girls would like that. and you're sporty and you've got a good build. without going overboard. nice nails. it's good that you've stopped biting them, although they're awfully dirty.
him: *stares blankly*
me: am i talking to fast for your brain to catch up?
him: yes...i mean...no...i mean...man...
me: but your dress sense is a little off. i'm assuming the function is black tie?
him: i don't own a black tie.
me: you don't own any tie. not even a bow tie.
him: so why did you ask?
me: i didn't ask if you had a black tie, i'm asking if the dress code was black tie.
him: *continues staring*
me: *makes the aprostophe marks with my fingers and talk really slowly* black...tie..?
him: the teacher asked us to be formal.
me: there you go. just don't make a fool ot of yourself.
him: i don't.
me: *laughs* listen up, dude. i'm the closest you have to a sister. i know all of your crap. how you sucked your thumb until you were 11, how you tried to push me into a drain after you ound out that your mom prefered a girl, and in fact simply wanted me, the time we went to the zoo and tried to push me into the lion cage.. the time you..
him: i get it. so what's your point?
me: what's your question?
him: so i'm attractive, right?
me: i never said that.
him: so i'm not?
me: i didn't say that either.
him: so what am i?
me: *decides to avoid the question by giving a nice long philosophical talk about beauty being in the eyes of the beholder and how some girl's prince charming would be another's rowan atkinsn.* why are you asking me this anyway?
him: i don't have a date for my function.
me: so?
him: can you be my date?
haha.
that was the big bombshell.
i had to bite my lips really hard to stop laughing. i mean, how pathetic can you get to invite your older cousin, from singapore?
didn't give him an answer.
it would be a no.
but i guessed that i'll just get someone else to tell him that.
so, decide to do some investigating.
there is no possible way he could be such a loser that he had to take me.
here's the background i got from his brother.
he has some dance/prom or something and needs a date. he likes this girl, so didn't bother to ask anyone else. and he didn't have the guts to ask her in the end so he had no date. last choice? his *shortie" cousin.
later we went to his school to pick him up, and his brother pointed out the girl, so i was kind of bored so i went to the girl and asked her to ask him out.
and she did.
my cousin finally got his dream girl to actually ask *him* out thanks to me.
from now on, he is fully indebted.
although there was some form of personal gain, since
a) there was no way that i would be going with him.
b) i would have to prolong my trip in malaysia.
c) i would have had nothing nice to wear, anyway.
and the nonsense didn't end just there. his mother, my aunt figured out that he didn't know how to dance and demanded that i should teach him.
i told her that i can only dance in clubs and know nothing about social dances. but she didn't seem to listen.
later i found myself trying to teach him [and myself] how to dance using vague memories of what i watch in tv.
and here i am, so proud of myself. and with a feeling that they would do anything for me in return.
day #3. they promised to take me to times square.
called them up, cause they were late.
apparently they needed a raincheck.
why?
cause britney spears was on tv.
and they didn't know how to operate the vcr to record it.
hmph.
so they bailed on me.
ingrates.
apparently "oh. you're my nicest cousin and all, but if given a choice betwee living with either you or britney spears forever, i'd choose britney spears."
i told him britney spears would probably never give him a second glance.
he said that he was atleast allowed to dream.
holiday recap:
amount of money spent: Rm60
- calamine lotion for the many mosquito bites.
- a toothbrush.
- gwen's present.
amount of money earned: RM 500
- pity money from dad.
- doing 5 years worth of accounts in 2 days.
amount of clothes worn: 50% of suitcase.
[the remainder 50% were considered too "indecent" for malaysia.]
number of movies watched: 8
- tomb raider 1
- a beautiful mind
- gattaca
- get a clue
- big fat liar
- matilda
- ocean's eleven
- riverdance, the performance.
number of days spent travelling: 2
- sunday
- thursday
number of days spent in malaysia: 5
Saturday, December 13, 2003
threw a huge tantrum during dinner.
maybe if i keep this up i can miss the whole trip to malaysia.
then i can escape from meeting my grandparents again.
breaking news: dad decided to give johor a miss since my mother hates the company of her sister-in-law.
so now, we have to tolerate one *long* ride all the way to kuala lumpur.
maybe if i keep this up i can miss the whole trip to malaysia.
then i can escape from meeting my grandparents again.
breaking news: dad decided to give johor a miss since my mother hates the company of her sister-in-law.
so now, we have to tolerate one *long* ride all the way to kuala lumpur.
change of plans.
leaving for malaysia tomorrow, instead.
so the only function that i thought might be worth going to malaysia for, will be finished by the time i arrive.
life would be so much easier if my parents would actually *tell* me that they have postponed the trip instead of waiting for me to ask them, and then say, "oh. no one told you?"
*rolls eyes*
there are two of them. and since they are both too absorbed in their own lives to tell me anything, they somehow assume that i am able to mind read.
and i am still waiting for the *someone* to tell me these things. and maybe in advance too, so that i would not have to starve myself the day before so that my grandmother would cease her nagging of me having to "look my best at this age so that i can find a good husband."
i find in funny that from her time, until now, the stick figure woman is still considered to be the most beautiful of all.
so now i have one whole day to repack my luggage.
take out all the nice clothes that i wanted to wear tonight.
and replace it all with black.
supposedly black makes one look slimmer.
i will resort to anything to get that nag off my back.
oh and now i have time to take off my nailpolish.
in 1999, i turned up with metallic blue, and she said it looked like my nails had died and became discoloured.
4 pairs of jeans take up the entire lower portion of my luggage.
if anyone is willing to help me pack anytime today, or tonight
you are welcome to come over.
leaving for malaysia tomorrow, instead.
so the only function that i thought might be worth going to malaysia for, will be finished by the time i arrive.
life would be so much easier if my parents would actually *tell* me that they have postponed the trip instead of waiting for me to ask them, and then say, "oh. no one told you?"
*rolls eyes*
there are two of them. and since they are both too absorbed in their own lives to tell me anything, they somehow assume that i am able to mind read.
and i am still waiting for the *someone* to tell me these things. and maybe in advance too, so that i would not have to starve myself the day before so that my grandmother would cease her nagging of me having to "look my best at this age so that i can find a good husband."
i find in funny that from her time, until now, the stick figure woman is still considered to be the most beautiful of all.
so now i have one whole day to repack my luggage.
take out all the nice clothes that i wanted to wear tonight.
and replace it all with black.
supposedly black makes one look slimmer.
i will resort to anything to get that nag off my back.
oh and now i have time to take off my nailpolish.
in 1999, i turned up with metallic blue, and she said it looked like my nails had died and became discoloured.
4 pairs of jeans take up the entire lower portion of my luggage.
if anyone is willing to help me pack anytime today, or tonight
you are welcome to come over.
Friday, December 12, 2003
leaving for malaysia to have a really bad holiday in a few hours.
my 15 year old, 178cm cousins who call me shortie, despite the fact that i am the tallest female cousin they have, eventhough i am one of the youngest.
my biased grandparents. who still believe that all girls should do is look after the house, and are horribly worried that i am unable to cook, clean or take care of anyone, apart from myself.
[i can operate the washing machine, dryer, dishwasher, microwave oven, gas stove, steamer, (this is thanks to gwen who gave me instructions on how to steam siewmai at home through the phone) blender, computer, handphone, printer, scanner, camera, television vcr and the phone.. so basically, in this milenium, i can easily qualify as being self sufficient.]
but they are far from contented as they feel that the washboard, wooden stove and knives should be the acumen of all women.
and i, being myself, would rather just ignore their nagging every visit rather than pick up a broom. or a mop. or the chopping board.
and shall pretend that i don't know the fact that they are angry at me for being born female. [since according to some form of their warped numerology, if i had been born a male, all the world's joy and prosperity would fall upon the both of them.]
well, now they are stuck with a sulky, monosyllabic teenager, who usually glares at them when they throw me an insult.
when i was still a young and fiesty kid, i would yell back. which is probably the reason why they think i am such a stuck up kid now.
my father would be in kuala lumpur for business. so naturally, he has his own hotel room. he could have turned it down, but..
dad: give up my hotel room? give up the chance to let your mother stay with her parents and be happy with me, and still be able to maintain my composure, by being away from them? no way.
me: WHAT ABOUT ME?! I HATE MY GRANDPARENTS.
dad: no, no. you cannot say that you hate them. they are your family, anyway.
me: they are yours too.
dad: no. they are only my in-laws because i married your mother. you, are the one who is related to them.
me: fine. then why are they so mean to me?
dad: oh. they are old. old people are like that.
me: mean and surly to me?
dad: ..no.
me: then explain why they are nice to all the others. they are nice to geetha since she is their oldest grandchild. and they are nice to all the boys. and the babies. why are they so mean to me? me, specifically. why just me?
dad: (knows what i am saying is true, but knows that if he agrees, i would use this as an excuse to avoid them forever.) they are old. you have to see them as much as you can.
me: this coming from the man whose parents i have seen twice in my life.
mom: (overhearing the conversation) so go live with your other grandmother then!
this is the time where my sister and i have learnt how to shut up.
my mother hates her mother-in-law.
she hated her father-in-law too. but he died.
any mention of her, meant that she was really angry.
my dad does not particularly like his in laws either.
but he learns to live with them.
something that i desperately need to master.
but i was suprised my mother was angry, since she was basically the one who confirmed that her parents did not particularly like me.
oh well.
both of our parents hate their in laws.
yet always seem to pretend that they find them all right when they meet them.
and then come back home and become all grumpy.
like germany and russia.
they both hate each other but pretend to be friends.
this might have a detrimental affect on gee and myself.
all the relatives we have keep pressuring her to get married. because when they were 26, they were already married.
they come and interrogate me too.
but i, being the protective younger sister, am usually the one who politely tells them to lay off, pointing out the fact that she has an extremely demanding job, and besides, our mother got married at 26 too, so they cannot exactly call gee old.
but we both know the real reason.
"you marry the family."
this was something our mother drilled into our heads since we were born.
her motto, of sorts, when it comes to discussing relationships.
after all, according to her, "i could have married the minister's son. but i chose your father. your father is a wonderful man, but it was a horrible mistake since i ended up with the bitch as my mother-in-law."
that's how she refers to her.
the bitch.
and that is why, neither of us is ever going to get married.
well, gee can speak for herself,
but *i* am never going to get married.
unless i find a husband who would agree with me that we would live far away from the in-laws. and never have to visit them unless absolutely neccessary.
back to the main point.
my mom would be staying with her parents in their house.
so i am obliged to too. since they are my grandparents.
but my lucky dad gets his own hotel room.
so i plan to strike a deal with them in the car on the way there.
if i get insulted 3 times in the first hour there, dad can scoot over and make way for me in his room.
which seems reasonable.
and likely to work.
since these are the grandparents who gave me RM5 for deepavali and RM 200 to my cousin, because he was a boy, and i had "no need for money."
yeah. right.
my then 14 year old cousin needed money to buy more action figures.
i, however, "do not need money". because i am a girl, after all, and perhaps in their warped logic, there is no need for girls to have money as they should spend all their time looking after the house, learning how to be a good wife. which is free.
so in the mean time, you, my dear reader get to look at a new template.
and this rather disgruntled post.
yes, i know, the old one lasted 4 days.
i just have slight add.
and besides, people were saying that i am unable to do a simple layout.
so here it is.
a nice simple layout.
3 font colours. [blue, brown and black.]
and just one image.
and in white. a minimalist colour.
so have fun staring at fragment. version 13.1
until i return.
which would be on thursday night. or maybe friday night, since next friday i will be at the alliance, acting in some almost zero budget short french movie.
or maybe earlier if i can bribe one of my cousins to let me use his computer.
whatever it is, i need to brush up on my pronunciation.
my 15 year old, 178cm cousins who call me shortie, despite the fact that i am the tallest female cousin they have, eventhough i am one of the youngest.
my biased grandparents. who still believe that all girls should do is look after the house, and are horribly worried that i am unable to cook, clean or take care of anyone, apart from myself.
[i can operate the washing machine, dryer, dishwasher, microwave oven, gas stove, steamer, (this is thanks to gwen who gave me instructions on how to steam siewmai at home through the phone) blender, computer, handphone, printer, scanner, camera, television vcr and the phone.. so basically, in this milenium, i can easily qualify as being self sufficient.]
but they are far from contented as they feel that the washboard, wooden stove and knives should be the acumen of all women.
and i, being myself, would rather just ignore their nagging every visit rather than pick up a broom. or a mop. or the chopping board.
and shall pretend that i don't know the fact that they are angry at me for being born female. [since according to some form of their warped numerology, if i had been born a male, all the world's joy and prosperity would fall upon the both of them.]
well, now they are stuck with a sulky, monosyllabic teenager, who usually glares at them when they throw me an insult.
when i was still a young and fiesty kid, i would yell back. which is probably the reason why they think i am such a stuck up kid now.
my father would be in kuala lumpur for business. so naturally, he has his own hotel room. he could have turned it down, but..
dad: give up my hotel room? give up the chance to let your mother stay with her parents and be happy with me, and still be able to maintain my composure, by being away from them? no way.
me: WHAT ABOUT ME?! I HATE MY GRANDPARENTS.
dad: no, no. you cannot say that you hate them. they are your family, anyway.
me: they are yours too.
dad: no. they are only my in-laws because i married your mother. you, are the one who is related to them.
me: fine. then why are they so mean to me?
dad: oh. they are old. old people are like that.
me: mean and surly to me?
dad: ..no.
me: then explain why they are nice to all the others. they are nice to geetha since she is their oldest grandchild. and they are nice to all the boys. and the babies. why are they so mean to me? me, specifically. why just me?
dad: (knows what i am saying is true, but knows that if he agrees, i would use this as an excuse to avoid them forever.) they are old. you have to see them as much as you can.
me: this coming from the man whose parents i have seen twice in my life.
mom: (overhearing the conversation) so go live with your other grandmother then!
this is the time where my sister and i have learnt how to shut up.
my mother hates her mother-in-law.
she hated her father-in-law too. but he died.
any mention of her, meant that she was really angry.
my dad does not particularly like his in laws either.
but he learns to live with them.
something that i desperately need to master.
but i was suprised my mother was angry, since she was basically the one who confirmed that her parents did not particularly like me.
oh well.
both of our parents hate their in laws.
yet always seem to pretend that they find them all right when they meet them.
and then come back home and become all grumpy.
like germany and russia.
they both hate each other but pretend to be friends.
this might have a detrimental affect on gee and myself.
all the relatives we have keep pressuring her to get married. because when they were 26, they were already married.
they come and interrogate me too.
but i, being the protective younger sister, am usually the one who politely tells them to lay off, pointing out the fact that she has an extremely demanding job, and besides, our mother got married at 26 too, so they cannot exactly call gee old.
but we both know the real reason.
"you marry the family."
this was something our mother drilled into our heads since we were born.
her motto, of sorts, when it comes to discussing relationships.
after all, according to her, "i could have married the minister's son. but i chose your father. your father is a wonderful man, but it was a horrible mistake since i ended up with the bitch as my mother-in-law."
that's how she refers to her.
the bitch.
and that is why, neither of us is ever going to get married.
well, gee can speak for herself,
but *i* am never going to get married.
unless i find a husband who would agree with me that we would live far away from the in-laws. and never have to visit them unless absolutely neccessary.
back to the main point.
my mom would be staying with her parents in their house.
so i am obliged to too. since they are my grandparents.
but my lucky dad gets his own hotel room.
so i plan to strike a deal with them in the car on the way there.
if i get insulted 3 times in the first hour there, dad can scoot over and make way for me in his room.
which seems reasonable.
and likely to work.
since these are the grandparents who gave me RM5 for deepavali and RM 200 to my cousin, because he was a boy, and i had "no need for money."
yeah. right.
my then 14 year old cousin needed money to buy more action figures.
i, however, "do not need money". because i am a girl, after all, and perhaps in their warped logic, there is no need for girls to have money as they should spend all their time looking after the house, learning how to be a good wife. which is free.
so in the mean time, you, my dear reader get to look at a new template.
and this rather disgruntled post.
yes, i know, the old one lasted 4 days.
i just have slight add.
and besides, people were saying that i am unable to do a simple layout.
so here it is.
a nice simple layout.
3 font colours. [blue, brown and black.]
and just one image.
and in white. a minimalist colour.
so have fun staring at fragment. version 13.1
until i return.
which would be on thursday night. or maybe friday night, since next friday i will be at the alliance, acting in some almost zero budget short french movie.
or maybe earlier if i can bribe one of my cousins to let me use his computer.
whatever it is, i need to brush up on my pronunciation.
i'm getting worried about crescent.
not that i should, anyway.
not willing to part with the money i saved to acknowledge my alumni invitation.
[yes, i am a cheapskate.]
so i guess, i probably will not join the alumni until i stop being a cheapskate.
but here's the main point.
crescent has always been a funky place.
since i entered in sec one.
everyone took care of each other.
we were family.
we were comfortable with each other.
so much that we could just strip in class and walk around in our underwear and no other classmate would bother looking, since we lazy girls feel that it is way too much of a hassle to go walk up to the toilet and wait just to have privacy.
so screw privacy.
and we, the class of 2003, will no longer be here.
we, the class of 2003 who managed to "gain the respect of the seniors since sec 1", mainly because we were "cool".
we were the the first and only batch in crescent history to go under a "mass punishment". for "mass bullying".
which i, till today, don't understand why.
so what if the entire level "bullied" one girl?
we didn't hit her.
we didn't even touch her.
"boys bully using their fists. and it's the enemies who they do it to. girls go it by social exclusion, taunting, and literally making someone feel like a loser. and usually it is done by a friend. it is more of a psychological form of bullying. and the scars grow much deeper."
pfft.
the scars don't grow much deeper.
there weren't ANY scars.
and she might not have even found out, if the school did not investigate further into the matter.
she would have just thought that we were doing what we were pretending to do.
right?
but that's not the point.
we had our share of punishments.
but we pulled through.
always.
and maybe *some* teachers called us troublemakers.
the "conterversial batch".
so what if it was provocative?
we only did the lady marmalade dance one.
and thankfully, vsiah does not know about our "css" nickname in un.
otherwise i would probably be toast.
we are the batch that produced singapore's best goalkeeper. [june, i don't know whether you read this, but i'm proud of you girl. how many people can say they used to sit diagonally opposite singapore's best goalkeeper?]
but then, i am not exactly suprised since hockey has always been one of our finest.
the only batch that raised the highest amount of money for crescent history.
the only batch that could ooze attitude, and still manage to keep their grades.
we are not going to let the school down.
we have done our best.
we will make it.
and now, things have changed.
the sec 3s are becoming sec 4s.
not that i have anyhing against them personally, but somehow i don't know whether they will be able to keep the torch burning.
i am supposed to go back next year to train the new sec 4s, for the probably non-existent crezmun.
and choose the next captain.
the sec 3s, are either the really cool ones, the smart ones, or the ones that always manage to pull through.
unfortunately, i have this worry that the "really cool" ones, might not be able to pull through.
unlike how we did.
sure, we were wild, but we had some interest in our future.
and then the sec 1s and 2s.
who, frankly, have no hope at all.
crescent is probably going to turn into another geek girl school by 2006.
like rgs. or cedar.
at least scgs and tk have some form of life.
we will probably be the school that studies our butts off. win all the it competitions. get all the scholars.
not that i should, anyway.
not willing to part with the money i saved to acknowledge my alumni invitation.
[yes, i am a cheapskate.]
so i guess, i probably will not join the alumni until i stop being a cheapskate.
but here's the main point.
crescent has always been a funky place.
since i entered in sec one.
everyone took care of each other.
we were family.
we were comfortable with each other.
so much that we could just strip in class and walk around in our underwear and no other classmate would bother looking, since we lazy girls feel that it is way too much of a hassle to go walk up to the toilet and wait just to have privacy.
so screw privacy.
and we, the class of 2003, will no longer be here.
we, the class of 2003 who managed to "gain the respect of the seniors since sec 1", mainly because we were "cool".
we were the the first and only batch in crescent history to go under a "mass punishment". for "mass bullying".
which i, till today, don't understand why.
so what if the entire level "bullied" one girl?
we didn't hit her.
we didn't even touch her.
"boys bully using their fists. and it's the enemies who they do it to. girls go it by social exclusion, taunting, and literally making someone feel like a loser. and usually it is done by a friend. it is more of a psychological form of bullying. and the scars grow much deeper."
pfft.
the scars don't grow much deeper.
there weren't ANY scars.
and she might not have even found out, if the school did not investigate further into the matter.
she would have just thought that we were doing what we were pretending to do.
right?
but that's not the point.
we had our share of punishments.
but we pulled through.
always.
and maybe *some* teachers called us troublemakers.
the "conterversial batch".
so what if it was provocative?
we only did the lady marmalade dance one.
and thankfully, vsiah does not know about our "css" nickname in un.
otherwise i would probably be toast.
we are the batch that produced singapore's best goalkeeper. [june, i don't know whether you read this, but i'm proud of you girl. how many people can say they used to sit diagonally opposite singapore's best goalkeeper?]
but then, i am not exactly suprised since hockey has always been one of our finest.
the only batch that raised the highest amount of money for crescent history.
the only batch that could ooze attitude, and still manage to keep their grades.
we are not going to let the school down.
we have done our best.
we will make it.
and now, things have changed.
the sec 3s are becoming sec 4s.
not that i have anyhing against them personally, but somehow i don't know whether they will be able to keep the torch burning.
i am supposed to go back next year to train the new sec 4s, for the probably non-existent crezmun.
and choose the next captain.
the sec 3s, are either the really cool ones, the smart ones, or the ones that always manage to pull through.
unfortunately, i have this worry that the "really cool" ones, might not be able to pull through.
unlike how we did.
sure, we were wild, but we had some interest in our future.
and then the sec 1s and 2s.
who, frankly, have no hope at all.
crescent is probably going to turn into another geek girl school by 2006.
like rgs. or cedar.
at least scgs and tk have some form of life.
we will probably be the school that studies our butts off. win all the it competitions. get all the scholars.
to you:
you almost cried?
haha. i cried. while typing. and then backspacing. and then typing again.
and all the while, i was always the less emotional one.
blame the estrogen powered education for turning me into an amazon.
[oh man, it is going to be hard going to a co-ed jc after spending my entire life in a girls' school.]
i am glad that you actually invited me over.
tuesday was one of the more productive days of this time.
and you are right. we probably will be going our separate ways this time.
and i we both know that i am not good at goodbyes.
i never really got to say goodbye to you that time.
i guess i was avoiding it.
so i have always seen it as a "see you later" rather than a final goodbye.
which should be the case, since i have never had the chance to play host.
[by the way, i tried to make this post as emotionless as possible so we both escape from bawling. and call me sometime soon ok?]
you almost cried?
haha. i cried. while typing. and then backspacing. and then typing again.
and all the while, i was always the less emotional one.
blame the estrogen powered education for turning me into an amazon.
[oh man, it is going to be hard going to a co-ed jc after spending my entire life in a girls' school.]
i am glad that you actually invited me over.
tuesday was one of the more productive days of this time.
and you are right. we probably will be going our separate ways this time.
and i we both know that i am not good at goodbyes.
i never really got to say goodbye to you that time.
i guess i was avoiding it.
so i have always seen it as a "see you later" rather than a final goodbye.
which should be the case, since i have never had the chance to play host.
[by the way, i tried to make this post as emotionless as possible so we both escape from bawling. and call me sometime soon ok?]
Thursday, December 11, 2003
quiz courtesy of mr li guangsheng. ;)
[my name is]: anjali.
[in the morning i am]: asleep. i should be awake by 2pm.
[all i need is]: money.
[i'm afraid of]: failure.
[i dream about]: everyday situations.
favourites
[colour]: can't pick one.
[number]: 7. duh.
[subject]: recess.
[clothing brand]: d&g.
[shoe brand]: nike. but i can only wear the men's series, since they don't have the women's series in size 9 here in singapore.
[sport to play]: air hockey.
[drink]: water.
[animal]: eagle.
[holiday]: christmas.
[favourite line from a movie]: subject to change.
[band]: right now am in love with the chilli peppers.
who..
[makes you laugh the most]: mr bean.
[makes you smile]: lots of people.
[gives you a funny feeling when you see them]: that weird person we saw at the orchard station who begged us for money. she was simply disgusting.
[has a crush on you]: no idea.
[easiest to talk to]: gwen. somehow. i have no idea why.
do you ever..
[sit on the internet all day waiting for someone special to i.m. you?]: ...that is *such* a loser thing to do.
[save aol/aim conversations]: no.
[wish you were a member of the opposite sex]: no. i am your typical girly girl. and am loving every part of it.
[cry because of someone saying something to you]: no.
have you ever..
[fallen for your best friend]: no.
[been rejected]: no.
[rejected someone]: i told him i was gay to get him off my back.
[used someone]: maybe.
[been cheated on]: no.
[done something you regret]: sometimes.
who was the last person
[you talked to on the phone]: my sister.
[hugged]: i totally cannot remember.
[you instant messaged]: jeanne.
[you laughed with]: shan.
do you / are you
[smoke cigarettes]: no.
[obsessive]: compulsive.
[could you live without the computer]: my computer, yes. no computers of any kind at all, then no.
[how many peeps are on your buddylist]: 87.
[what's your favorite food]: oriental's steamed seabass. or siewmai. or chocolate mousse.
[fruit]: rambutans.
[drink alcohol]: sometimes. don't particularly like it.
[like watching sunrises or sunset]: yes. something calming about it.
[what hurts the most]: pain?
[trust others way too easily]: no.
number..
[of times u have had your heart broken]: 0
[of hearts u have broken]: crushed a lot of people's hearts, but not in relationship wise.
[of continents I have lived in]: 3.
[of drugs taken illegally]: 0.
[of tight friends]: really tight? 3?
[of cds that i own]: all around. not sure.
[of scars on my body]: lots. most prominent being the teeth marks on my right forearm, thanks to my cousin when i was 3. don't worry though, he has three permanent scratch marks on his cheek thanks to me.
[of things in my past that I regret]: don't want to recall.
pick one.. [marry perfect friend or perfect lover]: a perfect lover should be a perfect friend too, right?
[cats or dogs]: neither. not a big fan of animals.
[1 or 2 pillows]: 2.
[with or without ice cubes]: depends on the drink. i like my water cold, without cubes.
[top or bottom]: of what?
[winter / spring / summer / fall]: autumn.
[night or day]: night.
[gloves or mittens]: gloves.
[dressed or undressed]: at home i'm usually half-dressed. singapore's way too hot to be wearing jeans every second.
[bunk or water bed]: water bed.
[mtv or vh1]: vh1. they host the vogue fashion awards.
[ocean or pool]: ocean.
[showers or baths]: showers. in a bath tub, you just... sit there.
[love or lust]: i consider them to be the same thing.
[silver or gold]: white gold.
[diamonds or pearls]: diamonds are a girl's best friend, honey.
if you could..
[move anywhere]: here's fine. just need to find my own apartment. near enough my parents to use the washing machine and dryer.
[meet one famous person]: marilyn monroe.
[live with one person the rest of your life]: my sis. since she always gives me whatever i want and pays for everything. and has great dress sense.
[name one thing you love]: life. people take things too seriously. they should be thankful for what they have. the ability to just live, knowing that each day is a new hope.
[name one thing that embarrasses you:]: my past.
lastly
[do you like school]: yes. and i will miss it lots.
[do you like to talk on the telephone]: rather do it face to face.
[do you like to dance]: yes. of course.
[do you sing in the shower]: yes.
[do you think cheerleading is a sport]: since dance is, why not cheerleading?
[what's on your ceiling]: the light?
[what's the hardest thing about growing up]: losing all the memories. being forced to become "mature". and having to be judged by society as an adult.
[my name is]: anjali.
[in the morning i am]: asleep. i should be awake by 2pm.
[all i need is]: money.
[i'm afraid of]: failure.
[i dream about]: everyday situations.
favourites
[colour]: can't pick one.
[number]: 7. duh.
[subject]: recess.
[clothing brand]: d&g.
[shoe brand]: nike. but i can only wear the men's series, since they don't have the women's series in size 9 here in singapore.
[sport to play]: air hockey.
[drink]: water.
[animal]: eagle.
[holiday]: christmas.
[favourite line from a movie]: subject to change.
[band]: right now am in love with the chilli peppers.
who..
[makes you laugh the most]: mr bean.
[makes you smile]: lots of people.
[gives you a funny feeling when you see them]: that weird person we saw at the orchard station who begged us for money. she was simply disgusting.
[has a crush on you]: no idea.
[easiest to talk to]: gwen. somehow. i have no idea why.
do you ever..
[sit on the internet all day waiting for someone special to i.m. you?]: ...that is *such* a loser thing to do.
[save aol/aim conversations]: no.
[wish you were a member of the opposite sex]: no. i am your typical girly girl. and am loving every part of it.
[cry because of someone saying something to you]: no.
have you ever..
[fallen for your best friend]: no.
[been rejected]: no.
[rejected someone]: i told him i was gay to get him off my back.
[used someone]: maybe.
[been cheated on]: no.
[done something you regret]: sometimes.
who was the last person
[you talked to on the phone]: my sister.
[hugged]: i totally cannot remember.
[you instant messaged]: jeanne.
[you laughed with]: shan.
do you / are you
[smoke cigarettes]: no.
[obsessive]: compulsive.
[could you live without the computer]: my computer, yes. no computers of any kind at all, then no.
[how many peeps are on your buddylist]: 87.
[what's your favorite food]: oriental's steamed seabass. or siewmai. or chocolate mousse.
[fruit]: rambutans.
[drink alcohol]: sometimes. don't particularly like it.
[like watching sunrises or sunset]: yes. something calming about it.
[what hurts the most]: pain?
[trust others way too easily]: no.
number..
[of times u have had your heart broken]: 0
[of hearts u have broken]: crushed a lot of people's hearts, but not in relationship wise.
[of continents I have lived in]: 3.
[of drugs taken illegally]: 0.
[of tight friends]: really tight? 3?
[of cds that i own]: all around. not sure.
[of scars on my body]: lots. most prominent being the teeth marks on my right forearm, thanks to my cousin when i was 3. don't worry though, he has three permanent scratch marks on his cheek thanks to me.
[of things in my past that I regret]: don't want to recall.
pick one.. [marry perfect friend or perfect lover]: a perfect lover should be a perfect friend too, right?
[cats or dogs]: neither. not a big fan of animals.
[1 or 2 pillows]: 2.
[with or without ice cubes]: depends on the drink. i like my water cold, without cubes.
[top or bottom]: of what?
[winter / spring / summer / fall]: autumn.
[night or day]: night.
[gloves or mittens]: gloves.
[dressed or undressed]: at home i'm usually half-dressed. singapore's way too hot to be wearing jeans every second.
[bunk or water bed]: water bed.
[mtv or vh1]: vh1. they host the vogue fashion awards.
[ocean or pool]: ocean.
[showers or baths]: showers. in a bath tub, you just... sit there.
[love or lust]: i consider them to be the same thing.
[silver or gold]: white gold.
[diamonds or pearls]: diamonds are a girl's best friend, honey.
if you could..
[move anywhere]: here's fine. just need to find my own apartment. near enough my parents to use the washing machine and dryer.
[meet one famous person]: marilyn monroe.
[live with one person the rest of your life]: my sis. since she always gives me whatever i want and pays for everything. and has great dress sense.
[name one thing you love]: life. people take things too seriously. they should be thankful for what they have. the ability to just live, knowing that each day is a new hope.
[name one thing that embarrasses you:]: my past.
lastly
[do you like school]: yes. and i will miss it lots.
[do you like to talk on the telephone]: rather do it face to face.
[do you like to dance]: yes. of course.
[do you sing in the shower]: yes.
[do you think cheerleading is a sport]: since dance is, why not cheerleading?
[what's on your ceiling]: the light?
[what's the hardest thing about growing up]: losing all the memories. being forced to become "mature". and having to be judged by society as an adult.
television advertisement narrator: do you have the ixus factor?
me: *screams loudly* I DOOOO....
my *new* favourite toy.
the canon digital ixus i.
these are the toys adults play with when they are considered too old by society to play with action figures.
and then there are the social rebels.
but sometimes it is just too much of a hassle to rebel against everything every time.
why do handphones sell so well?
it's the grown up version of the new toy fad.
same thing goes with digital cameras.
and computers.
and i am not afraid to admit it.
after all, i still have the kid in me.
and this little girl *loves* her new camera.
me: *screams loudly* I DOOOO....
my *new* favourite toy.
the canon digital ixus i.
these are the toys adults play with when they are considered too old by society to play with action figures.
and then there are the social rebels.
but sometimes it is just too much of a hassle to rebel against everything every time.
why do handphones sell so well?
it's the grown up version of the new toy fad.
same thing goes with digital cameras.
and computers.
and i am not afraid to admit it.
after all, i still have the kid in me.
and this little girl *loves* her new camera.
Wednesday, December 10, 2003
visited an old friend today.
it is comforting to know that some things just don't change.
even after 6 years.
it's amazing how you can see someone every day.
walk past each other in the corridor.
a slight brief smile.
and then hurry along again.
i remember the words she said in p6...
"we are going to be separated...forever.. i'm going to crescent... you're probably going to cedar."
"maybe i'll go to crescent too."
"it's your 5th choice."
"it's still a choice."
and i ended up in crescent.
my 5th choice.
and it still is funny how fate twists things around.
we both get into crescent.
and we chose to spend the next four years too busy with our own social lives to actually sit down and talk.
and it is only at the end of these four years. *after* the whole secondary life of school has ended, that we finally sit down to have another long talk.
it is funny how different things were in school.
i had my class
she had hers.
i had my group.
she had hers.
i had my interests.
and she had hers.
today was spent reminiscing.
suprisingly i have few memories of raffles.
i remember the people.
i have forgotten everything else.
the actual time spent in classrooms..the lessons..the teachers..
all a blank.
hopefully things will be different for crescent.
one major difference is that now i'm four years older.
and more mature.
hopefully.
these four years have changed me a whole lot.
i learnt that maybe sometimes, the boys just weren't worth it.
that it was ok to cry.
and that the little things are the ones that matter.
6 years ago, her mother would come after lunch.
and offer us jelly.
and i, being the guest, would always get to pick first.
and i always picked green apple.
6 years. and today, i still find solace in eating that overly sweetened, wobbly, transparent green mass with a plastic spoon.
and she was the first person who ever said that she was proud of me.
it made me realise
that for these 6 years, we might have not been as close as we were.
after all, we were still young.
and despite the hurried smiles we exchanged in the corridors.
we would always watch out for each other.
unconsciously.
"because that's what friends are for."
6 years ago, we would have never guessed that we would turn out this way.
in 6 years time, i would probably be saying the exact same thing.
some people are the ones you'll remember.
suprisingly they will not be the ones who spent the most time with.
or the people who made you "popular"
or the people you made "popular"
or the ones who spent the most time with.
it's the ones you connected with.
despite the differences.
you can still talk.
and connect.
the 'cool' gang will go their separate ways.
and popularity would no longer be permanent.
once you realise that it takes too damn much to maintain.
but with the select few,
even after all the years..
things will never change.
it is comforting to know that some things just don't change.
even after 6 years.
it's amazing how you can see someone every day.
walk past each other in the corridor.
a slight brief smile.
and then hurry along again.
i remember the words she said in p6...
"we are going to be separated...forever.. i'm going to crescent... you're probably going to cedar."
"maybe i'll go to crescent too."
"it's your 5th choice."
"it's still a choice."
and i ended up in crescent.
my 5th choice.
and it still is funny how fate twists things around.
we both get into crescent.
and we chose to spend the next four years too busy with our own social lives to actually sit down and talk.
and it is only at the end of these four years. *after* the whole secondary life of school has ended, that we finally sit down to have another long talk.
it is funny how different things were in school.
i had my class
she had hers.
i had my group.
she had hers.
i had my interests.
and she had hers.
today was spent reminiscing.
suprisingly i have few memories of raffles.
i remember the people.
i have forgotten everything else.
the actual time spent in classrooms..the lessons..the teachers..
all a blank.
hopefully things will be different for crescent.
one major difference is that now i'm four years older.
and more mature.
hopefully.
these four years have changed me a whole lot.
i learnt that maybe sometimes, the boys just weren't worth it.
that it was ok to cry.
and that the little things are the ones that matter.
6 years ago, her mother would come after lunch.
and offer us jelly.
and i, being the guest, would always get to pick first.
and i always picked green apple.
6 years. and today, i still find solace in eating that overly sweetened, wobbly, transparent green mass with a plastic spoon.
and she was the first person who ever said that she was proud of me.
it made me realise
that for these 6 years, we might have not been as close as we were.
after all, we were still young.
and despite the hurried smiles we exchanged in the corridors.
we would always watch out for each other.
unconsciously.
"because that's what friends are for."
6 years ago, we would have never guessed that we would turn out this way.
in 6 years time, i would probably be saying the exact same thing.
some people are the ones you'll remember.
suprisingly they will not be the ones who spent the most time with.
or the people who made you "popular"
or the people you made "popular"
or the ones who spent the most time with.
it's the ones you connected with.
despite the differences.
you can still talk.
and connect.
the 'cool' gang will go their separate ways.
and popularity would no longer be permanent.
once you realise that it takes too damn much to maintain.
but with the select few,
even after all the years..
things will never change.
Tuesday, December 09, 2003
newsflash: pea, jean, sarah AND EVEN gwen and myself have *finally* come to a consensus on one statement.
this guy is *way* hot.
although gwen and i argue that he's even cuter with his glasses on. sort of like a smart, yet good-looking, hot guy look.
haha. that's one thing cool about hanging out, and chilling with a group of girls.
we get to put our feet up in the cinema theatre. and no one says anything.
and we get to wait for the credits to roll so we find out who the "hottie playing karl" really is.
*credits roll*
me: OI. look for that carl's real name...
sarah and gwen: OK!
jean: what's his name again?
me: carl.
sarah: there's SARAH!
gwen: but no carl..
me: *finally spots it. karl. with a k. KARL!....RODRIGO SANTORO..
and the next 15 seconds were spent as five girls saying nothing but the words "rodrigo santoro"
even after the movie ended and we left the theatre, and were on the bus on the way home, gwen and i were still reminiscing over that guy.
haha.
guess we're the typical teenage infatuated girls, huh?
oh well. might as well be the typical teenage girl, while i still can.
as long as i don't turn up like sarah with her orlando, i should be fine.
actually, come to think of it, love actually was kind of a crap movie.
maybe 3 and a half stars at the most. [and i'm being generous with the half]
with hugh grant playing a bachelor version of tony blair and bily bob thorton playing a playboy version of bush... and then blair waging war on bush.. right to his face after he made out with his coffee girl.. just as revenge..
things become a little incredulous.
and hugh grant sucks big time as the british prime minister.
the directors were stupid in giving *that* story the most screen time.
the movie's saving grace was probably the one with liam neeson and his son. they should have turned that whole thing into a movie.
[and maybe a little rodrigo in here and there to spruce things up.. ;) ]
another problem is that with 10 whole stories running at simultaneously, some story endings tend to get left behind.
but in the end, it's pretty much what you would expect of your typical sappy, christmas-y movie, sprinked with lots of saccharine sweet romance.
and now everyone wants to go to london for christmas.
this guy is *way* hot.
although gwen and i argue that he's even cuter with his glasses on. sort of like a smart, yet good-looking, hot guy look.
haha. that's one thing cool about hanging out, and chilling with a group of girls.
we get to put our feet up in the cinema theatre. and no one says anything.
and we get to wait for the credits to roll so we find out who the "hottie playing karl" really is.
*credits roll*
me: OI. look for that carl's real name...
sarah and gwen: OK!
jean: what's his name again?
me: carl.
sarah: there's SARAH!
gwen: but no carl..
me: *finally spots it. karl. with a k. KARL!....RODRIGO SANTORO..
and the next 15 seconds were spent as five girls saying nothing but the words "rodrigo santoro"
even after the movie ended and we left the theatre, and were on the bus on the way home, gwen and i were still reminiscing over that guy.
haha.
guess we're the typical teenage infatuated girls, huh?
oh well. might as well be the typical teenage girl, while i still can.
as long as i don't turn up like sarah with her orlando, i should be fine.
actually, come to think of it, love actually was kind of a crap movie.
maybe 3 and a half stars at the most. [and i'm being generous with the half]
with hugh grant playing a bachelor version of tony blair and bily bob thorton playing a playboy version of bush... and then blair waging war on bush.. right to his face after he made out with his coffee girl.. just as revenge..
things become a little incredulous.
and hugh grant sucks big time as the british prime minister.
the directors were stupid in giving *that* story the most screen time.
the movie's saving grace was probably the one with liam neeson and his son. they should have turned that whole thing into a movie.
[and maybe a little rodrigo in here and there to spruce things up.. ;) ]
another problem is that with 10 whole stories running at simultaneously, some story endings tend to get left behind.
but in the end, it's pretty much what you would expect of your typical sappy, christmas-y movie, sprinked with lots of saccharine sweet romance.
and now everyone wants to go to london for christmas.
Sunday, December 07, 2003
Saturday, December 06, 2003
i should have taken up my dad's offer to go to london, and braved the cold.
then maybe i wouldn't have to waste my time mooching around the house.
and could go shopping.
one thing i like about gee, is that it's rad going shopping with her. dad trusts her with *his* credit card, despite the fact that she has her own. so that means as long as something looks nice on me, it's mine. and she's a pretty good advice giver on clothes too.
then maybe i wouldn't have to waste my time mooching around the house.
and could go shopping.
one thing i like about gee, is that it's rad going shopping with her. dad trusts her with *his* credit card, despite the fact that she has her own. so that means as long as something looks nice on me, it's mine. and she's a pretty good advice giver on clothes too.
quite an uneventful week, this week.
went for work.
asked for leave on wednesday to go for drum class.
but the problem with this kind of work is that a) it's horribly tiring. b) you get paid by the day. NOT by the number of hours i work. so all my hard work of coming real early, hasn't really done much good. c) after day 1 after already being labelled as "lazy", lost most of my interest in it anyway. d) there is NO such thing as paid leave...
so hey, stop work that day to go for drum lessons.
and then get ready to leave, and sms charmaine *outside* my house to see where to meet her, and then she tells me then that she gave me the wrong information and that class begins again next year.
so spend the whole day moping around house again.
thursday was everyone's off day from work, so spent my time mooching around and looking for nicer jobs. and attending interviews.
thursday night: decided to go swimming with this girl, so call in work telling them that i'm not coming again. so, once again, forgo pay. also cancel job searching plans with qing & co.
friday: getting ready to leave. already changed, swimsuit inside. walking around the house checking i left no lights on or anything. and then the phone rings. stand up #2 for this week.
later, french. i don't see the idea in learning how to change speech from indirect to direct and vice versa, and learning present perfect tense... i mean, as long as i can understand everything, who cares what form of verb formation i use?
"you will sound like a doofus whenever it's *your turn* to speak french."
although, that is true.
ah well.
so got stood up again.
twice this week.
which is actually *more* than a once a month idea.
but actually, it's not exactly a stand up, more like a real late call to cancel with a "i'm tired" or "i'm busy" or "i'll see you again some other time" excuse which i maybe could have turned around to suit my favour by arguing.
but what's the use? i mean, if they don't want to go out..[or in..whatever] and you force them to, then they'll be grumpy. and i don't exactly like to hang around grumpy people, so i guess i'll just leave it like that.
and maybe i could have just gone by myself.
but where's the fun in that?
anyway, went to turf city with my mom today. have decided to add "steamed seabass" to my list of favourite singaporean foods [provided that it's served hot and at the oriental or at home and is cut by someone skilful like charlotte or my mom]
helped out in the cooking.
haven't done that in a long time, since mom's pretty uptight in what she cooks and a klutz like me is simply something in her way.
sat at the informal dining table and cut watermelon pieces instead, and a few other things, then left to watch the rerun of crouching tiger, hidden dragon on axn.
[crouching tiger, hidden dragon totally loses its touch when dubbed to english.]
went for work.
asked for leave on wednesday to go for drum class.
but the problem with this kind of work is that a) it's horribly tiring. b) you get paid by the day. NOT by the number of hours i work. so all my hard work of coming real early, hasn't really done much good. c) after day 1 after already being labelled as "lazy", lost most of my interest in it anyway. d) there is NO such thing as paid leave...
so hey, stop work that day to go for drum lessons.
and then get ready to leave, and sms charmaine *outside* my house to see where to meet her, and then she tells me then that she gave me the wrong information and that class begins again next year.
so spend the whole day moping around house again.
thursday was everyone's off day from work, so spent my time mooching around and looking for nicer jobs. and attending interviews.
thursday night: decided to go swimming with this girl, so call in work telling them that i'm not coming again. so, once again, forgo pay. also cancel job searching plans with qing & co.
friday: getting ready to leave. already changed, swimsuit inside. walking around the house checking i left no lights on or anything. and then the phone rings. stand up #2 for this week.
later, french. i don't see the idea in learning how to change speech from indirect to direct and vice versa, and learning present perfect tense... i mean, as long as i can understand everything, who cares what form of verb formation i use?
"you will sound like a doofus whenever it's *your turn* to speak french."
although, that is true.
ah well.
so got stood up again.
twice this week.
which is actually *more* than a once a month idea.
but actually, it's not exactly a stand up, more like a real late call to cancel with a "i'm tired" or "i'm busy" or "i'll see you again some other time" excuse which i maybe could have turned around to suit my favour by arguing.
but what's the use? i mean, if they don't want to go out..[or in..whatever] and you force them to, then they'll be grumpy. and i don't exactly like to hang around grumpy people, so i guess i'll just leave it like that.
and maybe i could have just gone by myself.
but where's the fun in that?
anyway, went to turf city with my mom today. have decided to add "steamed seabass" to my list of favourite singaporean foods [provided that it's served hot and at the oriental or at home and is cut by someone skilful like charlotte or my mom]
helped out in the cooking.
haven't done that in a long time, since mom's pretty uptight in what she cooks and a klutz like me is simply something in her way.
sat at the informal dining table and cut watermelon pieces instead, and a few other things, then left to watch the rerun of crouching tiger, hidden dragon on axn.
[crouching tiger, hidden dragon totally loses its touch when dubbed to english.]
Friday, December 05, 2003
He showed up all wet on the rainy front step.
Wearing shrapnel in his skin.
And the war he saw lives inside him still,
It's so hard to be gentle and warm.
You look at me from across the room
You're wearing your anguish again
Believe me I know the feeling
It sucks you into the jaws of anger.
So breathe a little more deeply my love
All we have is this very moment
And I don't want to do what his father,
and his father, and his father did,
I want to be here now.
So open up your morning light,
And say a little prayer for I
You know that if we are to stay alive,
Then see the love in every eye.
I don't want to to wait for our lives to be over,
I want to know right now what will it be.
I don't want to wait for our lives to be over,
Will it be yes or will it be sorry?
Wearing shrapnel in his skin.
And the war he saw lives inside him still,
It's so hard to be gentle and warm.
You look at me from across the room
You're wearing your anguish again
Believe me I know the feeling
It sucks you into the jaws of anger.
So breathe a little more deeply my love
All we have is this very moment
And I don't want to do what his father,
and his father, and his father did,
I want to be here now.
So open up your morning light,
And say a little prayer for I
You know that if we are to stay alive,
Then see the love in every eye.
I don't want to to wait for our lives to be over,
I want to know right now what will it be.
I don't want to wait for our lives to be over,
Will it be yes or will it be sorry?
You are DNA. You're a smart person, and you appear
incredibly complex to people who don't know
you. You're incomparably full of information,
and most of it is useless.
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Monday, December 01, 2003
after spending dance night grinding next to pea, and shaking my booty, she comes up with the conclusion that i might have potential as a "great dancer"...
haha.
thanks pea.
but i'm pretty sure that i'll probably keep my 'grindings' to strictly these amazon parties.
[which probably wouldn't happen again soon thanks to the fact that i'll be in jc...]
hmm...btw, pea.. we need to go tan the skin around our new eyebrows... or at least *i* need to...
they're a whole 3 shades lighter than my face.
it's one thing when you party the night away and finally wind down by 3.30am and wake up (by our own bodyclock) at 7.30am to party some more at the beach.
it's a totally different thing, when the next day, you party until 3.30am again and this time wake up to the screeching cell phone alarm (since the normal one's been smashed to pieces for being too loud by a rather irritated, groggy anjali.) and then realise...
"i have to report for work in half an hour."
*loud groaning moaning sound.*
8am to 6pm.
by the time i reached home it was 7.15pm.
stupid zulia refused to take a cab wih me and insisited that we would save money, if we walked in the rain and then froze under the freezing air con of the bus and then walked around again until we found the mrt station, and then had to be squashed by these disgusting old men. and then had to take a bus again. (i sacrificed by going the longer way so that i wouldn't have to be breathing in those disgusting old men's expired disgusting air instead all over again.)
ARGH.
worked for "dhl" today. you know, the ugly brown delivery company. they'd better be happy with those 216 candles i packed for their customers as christmas presents.
sheesh.
the days were much better last year around this time when i worked as an intern at the hospital and was paid almost double the salary and had 3 hour long lunches thanks to the supervisor.
good old days of sec 3 work experience..
maybe i can survive.
my mom's betting that i'll quit.
i'm staying on to spite her.
and my dad's just being...his weird old self..
me: I'M TIRED.
dad: why?
me: CAUSE I HAD TO GET HOME IN PEAK HOUR TRAFFIC IN PUBLIC TRANSPORT.
mom: *raises eyebrow* what's wrong with public transport? you're part of the public. deal with it.
me: IT'S THE CROWDED HOUR...IT'S DISGUSTING... besides, you two don't know anything. you both have your own cars which you always use.
(piece of info: daddy dearest has been in an mrt *twice* and *NEVER* on a public bus *EVER* since we came to singapore when i was 6.. talk abut the luxuries of having his own car..)
me: why can't we get a driver..
dad: cause drivers cost money. besides, we're not that rich. nor are we helpless. your mother and i are capable adults, who are able to drive our own cars. why do we need a driver to wheel us around when we are fully capable of wheeling ourselves around? (fyi, same speech my mom used when my dad asked why we can't have a maid. only difference? she added in the part about her not willing to allow "slavery")
back to the convo..
me: FOR ME.
dad: wait till your18.
mom: and while you're at it, work a little harder, maybe you'll save up enough money to buy your own small car.
me: THAT WILL TAKE FOREVER.
mom: oh well, guess you'll just have to learn how to cycle then, won't you.
me: THIS IS NOT THE KAMPONG.
dad: you work?
me: YEAH, I WORK, WHAT DO YOU THINK I'VE BEEN DOING TODAY?
dad: oh. i thought you kayaked up to the palawan islands again. anyway, why do you want to work? we provide *everythign* you need.. food..shelter..schooling... AND A TV.
me: which i share with the entire family..in the living room.
dad: how much are you getting? i tell you what, from now on, i will pay you *exactly* what your employer does. how about that?
me: no.
which was a stupid move on my part.
i would have gotten paid, for sitting around the house...
doing nothing.
which i so hotheadedly refused.
hmm..but maybe he doesn't understand. it's just boring sitting at home dong nothing. it's not exactly the work. it's the challenge.
that, by the way is the noble answer.
the honest answer?
i just want to get away from the house. there's no one there except me anway.
oh, and by the way, i didn't kayak up to the palawan islands.
i want to go there, and then hire a kayak and then kayak around.
haha.
thanks pea.
but i'm pretty sure that i'll probably keep my 'grindings' to strictly these amazon parties.
[which probably wouldn't happen again soon thanks to the fact that i'll be in jc...]
hmm...btw, pea.. we need to go tan the skin around our new eyebrows... or at least *i* need to...
they're a whole 3 shades lighter than my face.
it's one thing when you party the night away and finally wind down by 3.30am and wake up (by our own bodyclock) at 7.30am to party some more at the beach.
it's a totally different thing, when the next day, you party until 3.30am again and this time wake up to the screeching cell phone alarm (since the normal one's been smashed to pieces for being too loud by a rather irritated, groggy anjali.) and then realise...
"i have to report for work in half an hour."
*loud groaning moaning sound.*
8am to 6pm.
by the time i reached home it was 7.15pm.
stupid zulia refused to take a cab wih me and insisited that we would save money, if we walked in the rain and then froze under the freezing air con of the bus and then walked around again until we found the mrt station, and then had to be squashed by these disgusting old men. and then had to take a bus again. (i sacrificed by going the longer way so that i wouldn't have to be breathing in those disgusting old men's expired disgusting air instead all over again.)
ARGH.
worked for "dhl" today. you know, the ugly brown delivery company. they'd better be happy with those 216 candles i packed for their customers as christmas presents.
sheesh.
the days were much better last year around this time when i worked as an intern at the hospital and was paid almost double the salary and had 3 hour long lunches thanks to the supervisor.
good old days of sec 3 work experience..
maybe i can survive.
my mom's betting that i'll quit.
i'm staying on to spite her.
and my dad's just being...his weird old self..
me: I'M TIRED.
dad: why?
me: CAUSE I HAD TO GET HOME IN PEAK HOUR TRAFFIC IN PUBLIC TRANSPORT.
mom: *raises eyebrow* what's wrong with public transport? you're part of the public. deal with it.
me: IT'S THE CROWDED HOUR...IT'S DISGUSTING... besides, you two don't know anything. you both have your own cars which you always use.
(piece of info: daddy dearest has been in an mrt *twice* and *NEVER* on a public bus *EVER* since we came to singapore when i was 6.. talk abut the luxuries of having his own car..)
me: why can't we get a driver..
dad: cause drivers cost money. besides, we're not that rich. nor are we helpless. your mother and i are capable adults, who are able to drive our own cars. why do we need a driver to wheel us around when we are fully capable of wheeling ourselves around? (fyi, same speech my mom used when my dad asked why we can't have a maid. only difference? she added in the part about her not willing to allow "slavery")
back to the convo..
me: FOR ME.
dad: wait till your18.
mom: and while you're at it, work a little harder, maybe you'll save up enough money to buy your own small car.
me: THAT WILL TAKE FOREVER.
mom: oh well, guess you'll just have to learn how to cycle then, won't you.
me: THIS IS NOT THE KAMPONG.
dad: you work?
me: YEAH, I WORK, WHAT DO YOU THINK I'VE BEEN DOING TODAY?
dad: oh. i thought you kayaked up to the palawan islands again. anyway, why do you want to work? we provide *everythign* you need.. food..shelter..schooling... AND A TV.
me: which i share with the entire family..in the living room.
dad: how much are you getting? i tell you what, from now on, i will pay you *exactly* what your employer does. how about that?
me: no.
which was a stupid move on my part.
i would have gotten paid, for sitting around the house...
doing nothing.
which i so hotheadedly refused.
hmm..but maybe he doesn't understand. it's just boring sitting at home dong nothing. it's not exactly the work. it's the challenge.
that, by the way is the noble answer.
the honest answer?
i just want to get away from the house. there's no one there except me anway.
oh, and by the way, i didn't kayak up to the palawan islands.
i want to go there, and then hire a kayak and then kayak around.
Sunday, November 30, 2003
Everyday when you return from your school, whether or not it is from a secondary school, a junior collage, a polytechnic, or ITE, you would probably think that school sucks.
All that work and torture under your lecturer's or teacher's homework or assignments, or tutorials...
But think about this, i mean really think. All the time spent with your classmates, all the laughter, sorrows, and happiness of knowing that your friends are there in your class.
Now imagine them gone, perhaps part of them or even all of them. You may not realise it, but when advancing into the next level of education, it is inevitable that some friends will be parting with you.
What is all this you ask yourself, what I ask is of you to think, for those who received this mail, what do those people who were once or were still your classmates and friends meant to you.
Anyone who has at least finished their o levels and has graduated from respective schools would know the feeling of parting with your classmates and friends.
Not knowing when you still see them again.
Perhaps the next day, the next week, month, years, or even decade. Perhaps one day, you would realised how bitter sweet those memories were, the fun you had with your classmates and friends.
That is why ever so often when you asked someone which is the most fond memories they had in their years in education, they would often have that sadness in their eyes, but yet, they smile briefly.
It's the memories of their school friends. Those unforgettable years of laughter and happiness in school.
Each classmate had suffered under the same stresses in school. The teachers, whether they are kind or extremely strict.
So treasure your schooling days, don't complain, because you never know when you will miss them dearly. And perhaps, shed a tear for those treasured times in your youth.
Saturday, November 29, 2003
last day as crescentians to party.
a real funky bunch, we were.
Here's to the nights we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye
Tomorrow's gonna come too soon
Put your name on the line along with place and time
Wanna stay not to go I wanna ditch the logical
Here's a toast to all those who hear me all too well
All my time is froze in motion
Can't I stay an hour or two or more
Don't let me let you go
Here's a toast to all those who hear me all too well
Here's to the nights we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye
Tomorrow's gonna come too soon
a real funky bunch, we were.
Here's to the nights we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye
Tomorrow's gonna come too soon
Put your name on the line along with place and time
Wanna stay not to go I wanna ditch the logical
Here's a toast to all those who hear me all too well
All my time is froze in motion
Can't I stay an hour or two or more
Don't let me let you go
Here's a toast to all those who hear me all too well
Here's to the nights we felt alive
Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry
Here's to goodbye
Tomorrow's gonna come too soon
dinner last night was great.
so was the party.
i never knew i could dance in heels...although it wasn't really dancing per se.. but more like throwing my hands up in the air , swinging my butt and jumping around.
hey, it was a disco, what would you expect?
i had to be careful though, since the place was so packed, everyone was squashed up against each other, so a large hand move would just smack the person next to you.
i'm just waiting for gwen to turn 16 so we can all go clubbing at sparks *officially*.
and i've just realised that it's also a great form of exercise as well...
only problem was that we were dancing really near the smoke machine, and the music was really loud, so my voice was a little damaged after it.
but it was *fun*.
sarah toh, elaina, fatimah, nina, puan, tamara, justina and a few others went out again after that for *more* clubbing..
haha.
wanted to join them, but was just really washed out.
so was the party.
i never knew i could dance in heels...although it wasn't really dancing per se.. but more like throwing my hands up in the air , swinging my butt and jumping around.
hey, it was a disco, what would you expect?
i had to be careful though, since the place was so packed, everyone was squashed up against each other, so a large hand move would just smack the person next to you.
i'm just waiting for gwen to turn 16 so we can all go clubbing at sparks *officially*.
and i've just realised that it's also a great form of exercise as well...
only problem was that we were dancing really near the smoke machine, and the music was really loud, so my voice was a little damaged after it.
but it was *fun*.
sarah toh, elaina, fatimah, nina, puan, tamara, justina and a few others went out again after that for *more* clubbing..
haha.
wanted to join them, but was just really washed out.
yesterday's photoshoot was kind of weird..
it's one thing when you see the professional models pose into the camera and smile and take the perfect shots.
it's a totally different thing when *you* are the model.
and i was still reeling from the pain when my stylist plucked out 3/4 of my eyebrows out..
i had never seen *so* much eyebrow hair before...
"oh...your eyebrows are sooo thick..*PLUCK*...but you've got a beautiful arch...*PLUCK*..have you done threading before? no? ok...*PLUCK*...CLOSE YOUR EYES...*PLUCK*...hmm...actually you have nice, big eyes too... *PLUCK* but veeeery thick eyebrows *PLUCK*... HOLD STILL...*PLUCK*"
and here i was biting my lips so hard trying not to scream.
now that it's been 24 hours and the makeup's been washed down the sink, my eyes are swollen and there's a lighter patch where my eyebrows used to be, because they were so thick, they protected the skin from being tanned by the sun's rays.
is the beauty worth the pain?
no.
although i might change my mind after the photos come out.
but actually, the photoshoot itself was quite fun, although i was wobbling the entire time trying to keep my balance on the shoes...
but the photographer was quite nice, eventhough he came an hour late. atleast he was friendly and all..
"give me a smile? yes.. good.. wonderful... turn around a little... not too much... ok, a little bit more... perfect... give me one more smile, this time without the teeth...beautiful..one more shot...this is going to turn out great..."
eurgh.
after a while the "great/wonderful/beautiful" comments became a little irritating...
i'm just hoping that the photos turn out to be "great", "wonderful" or at least "beautiful".
but the makeup was defintiely wayang-ish... probably going to complain to my sis, since it was under her whole influence that i got into this whole thing since she modelled for the same company when she was in jc.
according to pea.. i didn't look very comfortable...
which was true..i guess.
she's probably the one who i should listen to since she spent the entire time doing what i did when i waited for my sister to finish when i was 8 - she sat on a stool near the corner with an amused look on her face, watching the whole thing.
and jean said the makeup made me look really old..
jean: the makeup makes you look older..
me: really? how old..
jean: um... like an adult..
me: like how old?
jean: um...28..?
me: HAR?
jean: ...29?
me: WHAT?!
so in the end i looked almost *double* my age..
ick.
it's one thing when you see the professional models pose into the camera and smile and take the perfect shots.
it's a totally different thing when *you* are the model.
and i was still reeling from the pain when my stylist plucked out 3/4 of my eyebrows out..
i had never seen *so* much eyebrow hair before...
"oh...your eyebrows are sooo thick..*PLUCK*...but you've got a beautiful arch...*PLUCK*..have you done threading before? no? ok...*PLUCK*...CLOSE YOUR EYES...*PLUCK*...hmm...actually you have nice, big eyes too... *PLUCK* but veeeery thick eyebrows *PLUCK*... HOLD STILL...*PLUCK*"
and here i was biting my lips so hard trying not to scream.
now that it's been 24 hours and the makeup's been washed down the sink, my eyes are swollen and there's a lighter patch where my eyebrows used to be, because they were so thick, they protected the skin from being tanned by the sun's rays.
is the beauty worth the pain?
no.
although i might change my mind after the photos come out.
but actually, the photoshoot itself was quite fun, although i was wobbling the entire time trying to keep my balance on the shoes...
but the photographer was quite nice, eventhough he came an hour late. atleast he was friendly and all..
"give me a smile? yes.. good.. wonderful... turn around a little... not too much... ok, a little bit more... perfect... give me one more smile, this time without the teeth...beautiful..one more shot...this is going to turn out great..."
eurgh.
after a while the "great/wonderful/beautiful" comments became a little irritating...
i'm just hoping that the photos turn out to be "great", "wonderful" or at least "beautiful".
but the makeup was defintiely wayang-ish... probably going to complain to my sis, since it was under her whole influence that i got into this whole thing since she modelled for the same company when she was in jc.
according to pea.. i didn't look very comfortable...
which was true..i guess.
she's probably the one who i should listen to since she spent the entire time doing what i did when i waited for my sister to finish when i was 8 - she sat on a stool near the corner with an amused look on her face, watching the whole thing.
and jean said the makeup made me look really old..
jean: the makeup makes you look older..
me: really? how old..
jean: um... like an adult..
me: like how old?
jean: um...28..?
me: HAR?
jean: ...29?
me: WHAT?!
so in the end i looked almost *double* my age..
ick.
Thursday, November 27, 2003
jst realised that since the holidays started, i have *never* spent one entire day at home. yet.
hmm...went to gwen's house today.
after much arguing over the conference call, we finally settled on that.
me: hello? jean? hold on ar... *puts the phone on hold..and calls gwen*
gwen: hel..
me: ah wait. i'll call pea. *adds pea in too...and connects all four lines*
pea: hello?
me: hi pea.
gwen & jeanne: HI PEA.
pea: eh? how come? why..?
me: oh. we're all at my house....(darkly) except you...
pea: really?
gwen: no la.
jean: yeah, technology has improved a lot in the past year, you know.
me: ... conference calling has been around for the past 5 years.
so they think it's cool. problem is, when two people start talking at once, everything comes out jumbled.
which happens a lot, by the way.
gwen's pool's nice...and quiet.
my perfect kind of pool.
only difference was that the 3 of them wanted to get tanned, while i, the one with the darkest skin of the group, wanted to stay in the shade...
it was funny actually...
(the sun comes out)
me: AAAHHH... *runs from the deck chairs to under the umbrella and slaps on sunblock*
the rest: AAAHH... *strip and run in the opposite direction from under the umbrella to the deck chairs to get tanned.*
even the lady who pierced gwen's ears at primitive art told me i was "very tanned"... *after* the lady at the chomel counter said that exact same thing.
and princess pea, her royal highness who always somehow manages to awake from her beauty slumber and grace us with her prescence, often not carrying much at all, was sulking cause she didn't bring her swimsuit. so she did the typical shirt off, pretend sportsbra is a bikini top gig.
which made gwen's sister launch into a whole "find the odd one out" game.
"YOU'RE THE ODD ONE OUT CAUSE YOU HAVE A BEACH TOWEL"
"YOU'RE THE ODD ONE OUT CAUSE YOU'RE NOT WET"
"YOU'RE THE ODD ONE OUT CAUSE EVERYONE ELSE IS WEARING A BIKINI"
"AND YOU'RE THE ODD ONE OUT CAUSE YOU LIVE HERE."
hmm.. i think i was *quite* nice to gwen's kids today.
at least tried to be polite.
not exactly very fond of kids, but figured that since i was a guest, i had better behave properly and be nice to them.
and they're ok, i guess.
but kind of noisy..
maybe since both my parents hold full time jobs, no one is really at home. that's since i was 8. after gee left. so i guess i'm accustomed to walking around the house, stripping on the way to the laundry basket, and back in a new set of clothes before i reach my room again..
it's weird, since gwen's house and mine is abut the same size, yet hers houses almost 3 times the amount of people as mine.
while i go around complaining about how the house is too small whenever gee comes here from her holiday.
i wonder what nickname they have for me.
they call sarah, sarah-plain-and-tall
and they call pea...well...pea.
her brother's kind of cute too..
(jean & i walk into the living room)
brother #3: ANJALI!
me: eh?
brother #3: ANJALI!
me: oh...*notices a small boy screaming my name* oh..hello..
brother #3: YOU'RE NAUGHTY!
me: and why is that?
brother #3: BECAUSE YOU'RE NAUGHTY!
(and then during lunch..)
brother #3: YOU'RE NAUGHTY!
me: why?
brother #3: BECAUSE YOU'RE EATING NAUGHTY FOOD!
me: well, your sister and your dad made it for me...so it can't erally be that naughty, can it? (takes a drink of water)
brother #3: AND NOW YOU'RE DRINKING NAUGHTY WATER!
me: (half chokes on water) whaaat?
jean: (giggles)
hmm.. i just don't know how to act among children.
blame it on my youngest kid upbringing, and then the "only child" upbringing that follows..
as a kid, would spend my time listening to adult conversations in the living room when company came over, since i usually had no siblings to talk to.
which pretty much explains why i blamed everything on "politics" from the age of 9.
but i guess gwen's siblings...are nice.
they're friendly and all.
and quite welcoming.
hmm...went to gwen's house today.
after much arguing over the conference call, we finally settled on that.
me: hello? jean? hold on ar... *puts the phone on hold..and calls gwen*
gwen: hel..
me: ah wait. i'll call pea. *adds pea in too...and connects all four lines*
pea: hello?
me: hi pea.
gwen & jeanne: HI PEA.
pea: eh? how come? why..?
me: oh. we're all at my house....(darkly) except you...
pea: really?
gwen: no la.
jean: yeah, technology has improved a lot in the past year, you know.
me: ... conference calling has been around for the past 5 years.
so they think it's cool. problem is, when two people start talking at once, everything comes out jumbled.
which happens a lot, by the way.
gwen's pool's nice...and quiet.
my perfect kind of pool.
only difference was that the 3 of them wanted to get tanned, while i, the one with the darkest skin of the group, wanted to stay in the shade...
it was funny actually...
(the sun comes out)
me: AAAHHH... *runs from the deck chairs to under the umbrella and slaps on sunblock*
the rest: AAAHH... *strip and run in the opposite direction from under the umbrella to the deck chairs to get tanned.*
even the lady who pierced gwen's ears at primitive art told me i was "very tanned"... *after* the lady at the chomel counter said that exact same thing.
and princess pea, her royal highness who always somehow manages to awake from her beauty slumber and grace us with her prescence, often not carrying much at all, was sulking cause she didn't bring her swimsuit. so she did the typical shirt off, pretend sportsbra is a bikini top gig.
which made gwen's sister launch into a whole "find the odd one out" game.
"YOU'RE THE ODD ONE OUT CAUSE YOU HAVE A BEACH TOWEL"
"YOU'RE THE ODD ONE OUT CAUSE YOU'RE NOT WET"
"YOU'RE THE ODD ONE OUT CAUSE EVERYONE ELSE IS WEARING A BIKINI"
"AND YOU'RE THE ODD ONE OUT CAUSE YOU LIVE HERE."
hmm.. i think i was *quite* nice to gwen's kids today.
at least tried to be polite.
not exactly very fond of kids, but figured that since i was a guest, i had better behave properly and be nice to them.
and they're ok, i guess.
but kind of noisy..
maybe since both my parents hold full time jobs, no one is really at home. that's since i was 8. after gee left. so i guess i'm accustomed to walking around the house, stripping on the way to the laundry basket, and back in a new set of clothes before i reach my room again..
it's weird, since gwen's house and mine is abut the same size, yet hers houses almost 3 times the amount of people as mine.
while i go around complaining about how the house is too small whenever gee comes here from her holiday.
i wonder what nickname they have for me.
they call sarah, sarah-plain-and-tall
and they call pea...well...pea.
her brother's kind of cute too..
(jean & i walk into the living room)
brother #3: ANJALI!
me: eh?
brother #3: ANJALI!
me: oh...*notices a small boy screaming my name* oh..hello..
brother #3: YOU'RE NAUGHTY!
me: and why is that?
brother #3: BECAUSE YOU'RE NAUGHTY!
(and then during lunch..)
brother #3: YOU'RE NAUGHTY!
me: why?
brother #3: BECAUSE YOU'RE EATING NAUGHTY FOOD!
me: well, your sister and your dad made it for me...so it can't erally be that naughty, can it? (takes a drink of water)
brother #3: AND NOW YOU'RE DRINKING NAUGHTY WATER!
me: (half chokes on water) whaaat?
jean: (giggles)
hmm.. i just don't know how to act among children.
blame it on my youngest kid upbringing, and then the "only child" upbringing that follows..
as a kid, would spend my time listening to adult conversations in the living room when company came over, since i usually had no siblings to talk to.
which pretty much explains why i blamed everything on "politics" from the age of 9.
but i guess gwen's siblings...are nice.
they're friendly and all.
and quite welcoming.
Tuesday, November 25, 2003
how do you know your parents love you?
when you realize that when you ring the bell to your own home, the prinicipal of cedar is sitting in your living room, waiting to give you a personal talk on which jc to apply to.
eurgh.
hobbled home today, with 5kg (yes, i weighed them) shopping bags, my hair in a mess, slightly wet from the rain, and with a stain from hot chocolate from lunch on my shirt. too lazy to take out my keys, so i rung the doorbell.
a rather grouchy dad answers the door and shoves me into the house. "WE'VE ARRANGED SUCH AN IMPORTANT MEETING....HOW CAN YOU BE LATE?"
ah well.
learnt a little from the meeting.
but of course got yelled at by my parents for my "tardy arrival in such sloppy dressing after gallavanting around orchard road."
according to them, they told me that he would be coming.
my side of the story? "i didn't hear nothin' "
and i don't see why it's such a big deal. i've met him at dinners and stuff. and besides, he's my father's "close friend" and there wouldn't be a need of making a big deal of me not making a "good first impression" anymore, would there?
and besides, he seemed pretty happy that the "top indian student of singapore was from his school."
oh btw, it's one a the few times a male student topped.
as the former acsi principal he taught vivian balakrishnan and shanmugaratnam so maybe he's a big shot la.
oh well.
it's not he frst time i made a bad impressn on an important person.
anyway, had fun today.
am pretty convinced my sense of smell is gone.
after going to that place and smelling every single scented thing at one asian culture shop at holland v, we then went to bodyshop..to smell more samples...
and am pretty sure that gwen deary lost all of her remaining brain cells today.
*taken from jean's blog*
Lolled around Holland V for a while after shopping in Taka. Anjali and Gwen went to this weird looking shop and started sniffing these scented samples (came in Vanilla, Opium, Lemongrass, Ocean etc). I think all the smells must've gotten to Gwen because she wrinkled her nose and ran out of the shop going "I don't like Ylang Ylang!! Stop making me smell it!!!" I sniffed some Opium - smelt strongly like soap. Ylang ylang wasn't that bad though.
Then we headed down to find ear rings for Gwen who started to act...very strangely. Grinning and giggling away and playing with ear rings.
Gwen: *giggling* Hey guess what? I bumped into an idiot today!
Anj: Who?
Gwen: *giggling still* Me!!! Hee hee....
Anj: *stares*
Me: She's been possessed.
Anjali maintains Ylang Ylang and Lemongrass and all the other scents must've affected Gwen's brain. She also believes the red xmas bauble which Gwen knocked over in the shop must've hit some sensitive part on her head. So we stood outside the ear ring shop just watching Gwen grin, giggle and play with the ear rings by herself.
Me: *whipsering to Anjali as Gwen giggles over a pair of ear rings* What is she doing?
Anj: ....I don't know. Let's just maintain our distance first.
Me: I feel like we're looking at some exhibit in the zoo.
Anjali: *sounding strangely like those presenters on Animal Vision* As we watch, the Idiocius Stupidocous prowls amongst the merchandise...
Gwen: *hears us and giggles even harder*
Me: She now retreats behind a shelf...
Anjali: The Idiocius Stupidocous appears shy...
Gwen: *from behind* Oi shaddap la!
Me: It emits a loud squawk indicating its displeasure.
*Gwen reappears grinning and looking very red*
Anj: *in hushed tones* Idiocius Stupidocous returns from hibernation...it makes it way toward the ear ring racks again.
Gwen: Oi shaddap la! *settles on a pair of ear rings and goes to pay*
Anj: Idiocius Stupidocous appears to have made its decision...
Gwen: Oi shaddap la! *storming toward us now. Still grinning*
Me: When provoked the Idiocius Stupidocous bears its claws...such as now! *ducks*
And Idiocius Stupidocous proceeded to wallop Anjali bad.
hmph.
why do *i* always get the battering.
why can't jean get walloped once in a while?
this is unfair.
oh. and it's spelt ylang ylang.
without the i.
when you realize that when you ring the bell to your own home, the prinicipal of cedar is sitting in your living room, waiting to give you a personal talk on which jc to apply to.
eurgh.
hobbled home today, with 5kg (yes, i weighed them) shopping bags, my hair in a mess, slightly wet from the rain, and with a stain from hot chocolate from lunch on my shirt. too lazy to take out my keys, so i rung the doorbell.
a rather grouchy dad answers the door and shoves me into the house. "WE'VE ARRANGED SUCH AN IMPORTANT MEETING....HOW CAN YOU BE LATE?"
ah well.
learnt a little from the meeting.
but of course got yelled at by my parents for my "tardy arrival in such sloppy dressing after gallavanting around orchard road."
according to them, they told me that he would be coming.
my side of the story? "i didn't hear nothin' "
and i don't see why it's such a big deal. i've met him at dinners and stuff. and besides, he's my father's "close friend" and there wouldn't be a need of making a big deal of me not making a "good first impression" anymore, would there?
and besides, he seemed pretty happy that the "top indian student of singapore was from his school."
oh btw, it's one a the few times a male student topped.
as the former acsi principal he taught vivian balakrishnan and shanmugaratnam so maybe he's a big shot la.
oh well.
it's not he frst time i made a bad impressn on an important person.
anyway, had fun today.
am pretty convinced my sense of smell is gone.
after going to that place and smelling every single scented thing at one asian culture shop at holland v, we then went to bodyshop..to smell more samples...
and am pretty sure that gwen deary lost all of her remaining brain cells today.
*taken from jean's blog*
Lolled around Holland V for a while after shopping in Taka. Anjali and Gwen went to this weird looking shop and started sniffing these scented samples (came in Vanilla, Opium, Lemongrass, Ocean etc). I think all the smells must've gotten to Gwen because she wrinkled her nose and ran out of the shop going "I don't like Ylang Ylang!! Stop making me smell it!!!" I sniffed some Opium - smelt strongly like soap. Ylang ylang wasn't that bad though.
Then we headed down to find ear rings for Gwen who started to act...very strangely. Grinning and giggling away and playing with ear rings.
Gwen: *giggling* Hey guess what? I bumped into an idiot today!
Anj: Who?
Gwen: *giggling still* Me!!! Hee hee....
Anj: *stares*
Me: She's been possessed.
Anjali maintains Ylang Ylang and Lemongrass and all the other scents must've affected Gwen's brain. She also believes the red xmas bauble which Gwen knocked over in the shop must've hit some sensitive part on her head. So we stood outside the ear ring shop just watching Gwen grin, giggle and play with the ear rings by herself.
Me: *whipsering to Anjali as Gwen giggles over a pair of ear rings* What is she doing?
Anj: ....I don't know. Let's just maintain our distance first.
Me: I feel like we're looking at some exhibit in the zoo.
Anjali: *sounding strangely like those presenters on Animal Vision* As we watch, the Idiocius Stupidocous prowls amongst the merchandise...
Gwen: *hears us and giggles even harder*
Me: She now retreats behind a shelf...
Anjali: The Idiocius Stupidocous appears shy...
Gwen: *from behind* Oi shaddap la!
Me: It emits a loud squawk indicating its displeasure.
*Gwen reappears grinning and looking very red*
Anj: *in hushed tones* Idiocius Stupidocous returns from hibernation...it makes it way toward the ear ring racks again.
Gwen: Oi shaddap la! *settles on a pair of ear rings and goes to pay*
Anj: Idiocius Stupidocous appears to have made its decision...
Gwen: Oi shaddap la! *storming toward us now. Still grinning*
Me: When provoked the Idiocius Stupidocous bears its claws...such as now! *ducks*
And Idiocius Stupidocous proceeded to wallop Anjali bad.
hmph.
why do *i* always get the battering.
why can't jean get walloped once in a while?
this is unfair.
oh. and it's spelt ylang ylang.
without the i.
congratulations gwen!
you've reached your 10th piercing!!!
so now, among gwen, sylvia, jia hui and myself we have 24 piercings altogether.
that works out to 6 per person if you count the mean average.
but then again, gwen's got 10... that's the most... and almost makes up for half of it.
people were giving us these weird looks outside primitive art at the hv windmill.
maybe it was because i was flipping through the tattoo designs while waiting for gwen to come out of the room..
and today, we seemed to take the phrase "shop till you drop" too literally. but hey, our biceps are probably much stronger now.
good news: came across the borders "waste $75 and get $10 back" voucher.
bad news: i lost the voucher.
you've reached your 10th piercing!!!
so now, among gwen, sylvia, jia hui and myself we have 24 piercings altogether.
that works out to 6 per person if you count the mean average.
but then again, gwen's got 10... that's the most... and almost makes up for half of it.
people were giving us these weird looks outside primitive art at the hv windmill.
maybe it was because i was flipping through the tattoo designs while waiting for gwen to come out of the room..
and today, we seemed to take the phrase "shop till you drop" too literally. but hey, our biceps are probably much stronger now.
good news: came across the borders "waste $75 and get $10 back" voucher.
bad news: i lost the voucher.
Sunday, November 23, 2003
saw andrea de cruz and pierre png at paragon when i was there with pea.
hmph.
they look the same on tv.
but andrea has kind of big eyebags. maybe it's a side effect of all the anti-histamine drugs she's been taking after the slim 10 incident.
ah well.
it was funny cause pea and i were going up the escalator when she saw pierre..and i saw andrea... then we both started looking for the other person and all.
and then at the orchard underpass, where i forced pea to go try on her mother's dress at atithalia, and made her go up the escalator and then down again..
haha.
and i have found a hidden source of energy in the form of adrenaline.
these past few days have been going to bed at 3am and waking up at 7.30am.
4 and a half hours.
that's like half the daily requirement.
oh well.
the good news is that, when i go out and stuff i have like this eneergy keeping me up.. and that i don't become tired and all...
bad news? when i get home, i'll be dead tired.
maybe that's kind of like taking caffiene. or so i've heard.
i've not taken much caffiene since i turned 12 and realized that it stunts your growth.
which probably explains why i'm the tallest in the family now, despite being the youngest.
and when i do get a little of it, i'll stay up the entire night...
eurgh.
hmph.
they look the same on tv.
but andrea has kind of big eyebags. maybe it's a side effect of all the anti-histamine drugs she's been taking after the slim 10 incident.
ah well.
it was funny cause pea and i were going up the escalator when she saw pierre..and i saw andrea... then we both started looking for the other person and all.
and then at the orchard underpass, where i forced pea to go try on her mother's dress at atithalia, and made her go up the escalator and then down again..
haha.
and i have found a hidden source of energy in the form of adrenaline.
these past few days have been going to bed at 3am and waking up at 7.30am.
4 and a half hours.
that's like half the daily requirement.
oh well.
the good news is that, when i go out and stuff i have like this eneergy keeping me up.. and that i don't become tired and all...
bad news? when i get home, i'll be dead tired.
maybe that's kind of like taking caffiene. or so i've heard.
i've not taken much caffiene since i turned 12 and realized that it stunts your growth.
which probably explains why i'm the tallest in the family now, despite being the youngest.
and when i do get a little of it, i'll stay up the entire night...
eurgh.
Saturday, November 22, 2003
bright lights.
she got out of town on the railway,
new york bound
took all except my name
another alien on broadway.
well, some things in this world
you just can't change
some things you can't see
until it gets too late.
when all your love is gone
who will save me
from all i'm up against
out in this world?
and maybe
you'll find something
that's enough to keep you.
but if the bright lights don't receive you,
you should turn yourself around
and come on home.
i've got a hole in me now.
i've got a scar i can talk about.
she keeps a picture of me
in her apartment in the city
but some things in this world
man, they don't make sense
some things you don't leave
until they leave you
and then the things that you miss,
you say
let that city take you in.
let that city spit you out.
let that city take you down.
turn around.
when all your love is gone
who will save me
from all i'm up against
out in this world?
and maybe
you'll find something
that's enough to keep you.
but if the bright lights don't receive you,
you should turn yourself around
and come on home.
yeah, come on home.
she got out of town on the railway,
new york bound
took all except my name
another alien on broadway.
well, some things in this world
you just can't change
some things you can't see
until it gets too late.
when all your love is gone
who will save me
from all i'm up against
out in this world?
and maybe
you'll find something
that's enough to keep you.
but if the bright lights don't receive you,
you should turn yourself around
and come on home.
i've got a hole in me now.
i've got a scar i can talk about.
she keeps a picture of me
in her apartment in the city
but some things in this world
man, they don't make sense
some things you don't leave
until they leave you
and then the things that you miss,
you say
let that city take you in.
let that city spit you out.
let that city take you down.
turn around.
when all your love is gone
who will save me
from all i'm up against
out in this world?
and maybe
you'll find something
that's enough to keep you.
but if the bright lights don't receive you,
you should turn yourself around
and come on home.
yeah, come on home.
man. holidays rock.
it feels weird.
have you realised that only *twice* in your life will you *ever* get a holiday without homework?
1. end of primary school. after psle.
2. end of secondary school. after os.
this is my *last* chance to have a holiday without homework to come home to every night.
anyway, let's just say i'm not getting this opportunity slip out of my hand.
an hour after the exams ended, shopping is already underway.
the day that the exams unofficially end was spent at the beach.
left the house at 9am. got back around 7 or 8. (11 hours of pure fun.)
which sure beats my usual 11 hours of sheer trture at school.
go home.
eat dinner.
have a bath.
sleep, cause we were all dead tired.
day 2 [today]:
SHOPPING.
wake up.
realize that i should have met sylvia at taka half an hour ago.
jump out of bed and run to the phone.
i have now perfected the art of multi-tasking.
so i run into my parents room and speed dial the cab booking service and get changed at the same time.
operator: tibs taxi. how may i hel you?
me: i need a taxi. now. [phone number and details] from pine grove to orchard road.
operator: give me a second ma'am.
me: (furiously throws clothes on, and then realises that you should comb your hair *after* you pull your head out of your shirt...)
operator: hello?
me: (with my head stuck in my shirt) *hmmlo?*
operator: hello? ma'am? hello?
me: (with my voice still muffled by me struggling with my shirt..) hmmlo? hmmlo?(finally manages to get my head out of the hole..) HELLO?
i don't have much luck with clothes.
and let's then there was the time in sec 3 when i got stuck in a dress at isetan.
me: eh.. i'm stuck.
charlotte: what do you mean, you're stuck?
me: i dunno. (opens door)
charlotte: (sees this weird looking anjali in a distorted dress..) *laughs* what did you do?
me: i dunno.. there are so many holes... so i think i just wore it wrongly..
charlotte: (tries to help me... and pulls in every direction..) if i just...and then...STAY STILL...maybe this hole...DON'T FIDGET...
me: *jumps around* i'm not fidgeting..
charlotte: ok..let's see...now if i pull your hand out from here..
me: (sticks hand out..)
charlotte: not this hole.. the other hole...
me: (sticks hand out in another hole)
charlotte: no...not this one either...you have to...STAY STILL...
me: *jumps around* why can't it just fall off? (does some stupid, wild, thrashing, jumping action in a vain attempt to get the dress off...)
charlotte: you can't even stay still for a minute can you?!
me: *whines* charlotte...get me out of this dress...it's squashy...
charlotte: *stares* you're acting like a kid.
anyway.
i finally made my way there.
fortunately, pea smsed me earlier in the morning to make it half an hour later...
but anyhoo, i was still late.
sorry pea.
but other than that... we had a great time.
we planned our shopping trip earlier, with our list
list for prom:
dress
shoes
bag
i like shopping with pea.
she found this perfect m)phosis bag.
and later i realised that i had an m)phosis discount card at home which provided discounts and stuff.
anyway, later we went to taka, and we found this perfect dress for pea.
i like playing "dress helper"...
walk around.. look for stuff for pea to wear... give it to her to wear... wait for her to come out... tell her what i think... walk around somemore... make small talk with the attendants...
[must remember to lend pea my black organza shawl for prom..]
and i saw these "sparkly" earrings.
with a "sparkly" price too...
so that kind of threw me off..
but it looked really nice..
but i needed time to decide so we went to look for shoes.
and after trying on 9457462964296294 shoes, we finally gave up and went to paragon to look for accessories to match my earrings.
and then couldn't find anything.
but we found hollywood secrets...
and then we went for lunch...
and then to kino for pea to look for a book.
[oh, by the way, according to some asian face reader, i have the face of an 'amazon', meaning that i tend to be independent, able to appreciate the finer things in life, and also have a keen eye for detail. it also said that i have really high standards about men, and probably would get along wel wthout one.] (hmm...makes you wonder doesn't it?)
and then went back to taka again.
decided that the earrings were really nice.
and since daddy dearest is sponsoring today's big shopping trip, the "sparkly" price was no longer the issue.
so now the house contains 18 pairs of chomel earrings.
then went to turf city looking for more shoes.
caught on with pea's "be satisfied with the first oe you see and buy it and you'll still look perfect" attitude.
which works out quite well, since for the first time, the first shoe i looked at was the first shoe i liked, which happened to come in size 10, my size, and also looked really nice.
so now my nice "sparkly" silver heels have been chosen as my shoes for the night.
so it turned out to be a pretty good day.
8 hours of shopping churned out...
- the perfect shoes (for me)
- the perfect earrings (for me)
- the perfect bag (for pea)
- the perfect dress(for pea, but i'm really jealous cause of the way she looks in it..)
so now that i'm lending pea my shawl, her look is complete.
i still have the problem of the dress and the bag.
which should sort its way out in time.
i hope.
Friday, November 21, 2003
me and jean waited for the rest to come today for half an hour.
so we had to keep ourselves occupied.
first we composed the chihuahua tune on our handphones.
i did the 2nd verse adn then she did the first, so we both managed to finsh that quite fast.
and then she asked me some psycho analysia question.
her: a girl's mother died and during her mum's funeral she met a handsome guy whom she instantly fell for. she kept obsessing about the guy even after the funeral. week later she killed her sister. hy?
me: wait. she met this guy and then later went crazy and killed her sister?
her: yes.
me: why?
her: guess. but i don't think that you'll get the correct answer.
me: this girl...is she emotionally unstable?
her: well yes.
me: and the guy. let's see.. she's never seen him before?
her: no.
me: ok. so all that she knows about the guy.. is that he's good looking... and that he attends funerals, yes?
jean: yes.
me: *thinks hard* so the only way to meet him again was... to create another family funeral. she didn't have to actually kill her sister, right? she could have just waited for some old geezer to die.. and then get all dolled up, and get his number.
jean: what?
me: she killed her sister to meet the guy again.
jean: *stares* you've got the mind of a psychotic killer.
me: no! it's just.. a logical deduction.
jean: *continues staring..* no..you've got the mind of a psycho killer! you got the question correct.. that means that you've got the mind of a psycho.
me: no!
(pea shows up)
jean: hey pea, let me ask you something.. a girl's mother died and during her mum's funeral she met a handsome guy whom she instantly fell for. she kept obsessing about the guy even after the funeral. week later she killed her sister. why?
pea: cause he was the sister's boyfriend.
jean: SEE?! that's an answer from a normal person. only a psychotic killer will give an answer like yours!
me: i am not a psychotic killer! i've got enough self control holding me back!
and this arguement stretched on for the next 20 minutes.
so we had to keep ourselves occupied.
first we composed the chihuahua tune on our handphones.
i did the 2nd verse adn then she did the first, so we both managed to finsh that quite fast.
and then she asked me some psycho analysia question.
her: a girl's mother died and during her mum's funeral she met a handsome guy whom she instantly fell for. she kept obsessing about the guy even after the funeral. week later she killed her sister. hy?
me: wait. she met this guy and then later went crazy and killed her sister?
her: yes.
me: why?
her: guess. but i don't think that you'll get the correct answer.
me: this girl...is she emotionally unstable?
her: well yes.
me: and the guy. let's see.. she's never seen him before?
her: no.
me: ok. so all that she knows about the guy.. is that he's good looking... and that he attends funerals, yes?
jean: yes.
me: *thinks hard* so the only way to meet him again was... to create another family funeral. she didn't have to actually kill her sister, right? she could have just waited for some old geezer to die.. and then get all dolled up, and get his number.
jean: what?
me: she killed her sister to meet the guy again.
jean: *stares* you've got the mind of a psychotic killer.
me: no! it's just.. a logical deduction.
jean: *continues staring..* no..you've got the mind of a psycho killer! you got the question correct.. that means that you've got the mind of a psycho.
me: no!
(pea shows up)
jean: hey pea, let me ask you something.. a girl's mother died and during her mum's funeral she met a handsome guy whom she instantly fell for. she kept obsessing about the guy even after the funeral. week later she killed her sister. why?
pea: cause he was the sister's boyfriend.
jean: SEE?! that's an answer from a normal person. only a psychotic killer will give an answer like yours!
me: i am not a psychotic killer! i've got enough self control holding me back!
and this arguement stretched on for the next 20 minutes.
If I were a month, I'd be: december. the time with all the holidays.. and all the presents and shopping...
If I were a day of the week, I'd be: friday or saturday.
If I were a season, I'd be: spring.
If I were a planet, I'd be: venus.
If I were a sea animal, I'd be: better at swimming.
If I were a direction, I'd be: north-east.
If I were a sin, I'd be: either pride or gluttony
If I were a gemstone, I'd be: sapphiremy birthstone.
If I were a historical figure, I'd be: i'd kill to be audrey hepburn, the queen of black and white tv.pea says i remind her of martin luther king jr. ask her why.
If I were a liquid, I'd be: mercuryqing, remember "mercury-x"?
If I were a tree, I'd be: a palm tree.
If I were a bird, I'd be: a penguin.
If I were a flower, I'd be: those red and yellow daisies you can get at the florists for seventy cents each.
If I were a kind of weather, I'd be: cloudy and windy
If I were a mythical creature, I'd be: phoenix.
If I were a musical instrument, I'd be: electric guitar?
If I were an animal, I'd be: some sort of a jungle cat..
If I were a color, I'd be: stripes.
If I were an emotion, I'd be: deja vu.
If I were a vegetable, I'd be: cucumber
If I were a fruit, I'd be: rambutan
If I were a sound, I'd be: music blaring from the radio
If I were an element, I'd be: fire.
If I were a car, I'd be: one of those mitsubishi convertibles.
If I were a video game, I'd be: catch the sarcasm before it catches you.
If I were a location, I'd be: tropical
If I were a song, I'd be: rob williams - come undone
If I were a movie, I'd be: there's something about anjali.
If I were a book, I'd be: full of pictures, catered to the attention deficit population.
If I were a food, I'd be: chocolate pudding
If I were a place, I'd be: with an original taste of interior design
If I were a material, I'd be: coloured plastic.
If I were a taste, I'd be: pepperminty
If I were a perfume/cologne, I'd be: smelling like grapefruit
If I were a word, I'd be: indifferent.
If I were a body part, I'd be: the fingers...i>i value my sense of touch.
If I were a facial expression, I'd be: :s
If I were a subject in school, I'd be: lunch.
If I were a bug, I'd be: dragonfly.
If I were a smell, I'd be: soapy.
If I were a candy, I'd be: real, dark, bittersweet chocolate.
If I were a cartoon character, I'd be: michealangelofrom the teenage mutant ninja turtles
If I were a shape, I'd be a: pointy star?
If I were a number, I'd be: lucky number 7.
If I were a sport, I'd be: a staring contest.
If I were an item,I'd be : relatively expensive.
If I were a day of the week, I'd be: friday or saturday.
If I were a season, I'd be: spring.
If I were a planet, I'd be: venus.
If I were a sea animal, I'd be: better at swimming.
If I were a direction, I'd be: north-east.
If I were a sin, I'd be: either pride or gluttony
If I were a gemstone, I'd be: sapphiremy birthstone.
If I were a historical figure, I'd be: i'd kill to be audrey hepburn, the queen of black and white tv.pea says i remind her of martin luther king jr. ask her why.
If I were a liquid, I'd be: mercuryqing, remember "mercury-x"?
If I were a tree, I'd be: a palm tree.
If I were a bird, I'd be: a penguin.
If I were a flower, I'd be: those red and yellow daisies you can get at the florists for seventy cents each.
If I were a kind of weather, I'd be: cloudy and windy
If I were a mythical creature, I'd be: phoenix.
If I were a musical instrument, I'd be: electric guitar?
If I were an animal, I'd be: some sort of a jungle cat..
If I were a color, I'd be: stripes.
If I were an emotion, I'd be: deja vu.
If I were a vegetable, I'd be: cucumber
If I were a fruit, I'd be: rambutan
If I were a sound, I'd be: music blaring from the radio
If I were an element, I'd be: fire.
If I were a car, I'd be: one of those mitsubishi convertibles.
If I were a video game, I'd be: catch the sarcasm before it catches you.
If I were a location, I'd be: tropical
If I were a song, I'd be: rob williams - come undone
If I were a movie, I'd be: there's something about anjali.
If I were a book, I'd be: full of pictures, catered to the attention deficit population.
If I were a food, I'd be: chocolate pudding
If I were a place, I'd be: with an original taste of interior design
If I were a material, I'd be: coloured plastic.
If I were a taste, I'd be: pepperminty
If I were a perfume/cologne, I'd be: smelling like grapefruit
If I were a word, I'd be: indifferent.
If I were a body part, I'd be: the fingers...i>i value my sense of touch.
If I were a facial expression, I'd be: :s
If I were a subject in school, I'd be: lunch.
If I were a bug, I'd be: dragonfly.
If I were a smell, I'd be: soapy.
If I were a candy, I'd be: real, dark, bittersweet chocolate.
If I were a cartoon character, I'd be: michealangelofrom the teenage mutant ninja turtles
If I were a shape, I'd be a: pointy star?
If I were a number, I'd be: lucky number 7.
If I were a sport, I'd be: a staring contest.
If I were an item,I'd be : relatively expensive.
Thursday, November 20, 2003
update: maybe the beach wasn't as great as it seemed...
sylvia just called in sunburnt, with a headache and a cold...
halfway through sloshing around in the water, gwen and sarah both got sunburnt too.
jeanne's feet are really hurting too.
i think i got off the easiest.
yeah, my feet hurt a little.. but the sand made it so smoooooth...
and i'm the darkest among the 5, so i evidently have the most melanin. which is really cool, since i have never been sunburnt my entire life, [even during obs...and 1 whole day of hot sunshine kayaking without sun block...] so that means i can go have as much fun as i want in the sun as long as i want without being scathed.
and thanks to jeanne, i remembered to bring along an extra set of clothes. so i was the only one who went home dry.
in 9 and a half hours, i'll be seeing pea again. bright and early to go...
SHOPPING!
i love the holidays.
sylvia just called in sunburnt, with a headache and a cold...
halfway through sloshing around in the water, gwen and sarah both got sunburnt too.
jeanne's feet are really hurting too.
i think i got off the easiest.
yeah, my feet hurt a little.. but the sand made it so smoooooth...
and i'm the darkest among the 5, so i evidently have the most melanin. which is really cool, since i have never been sunburnt my entire life, [even during obs...and 1 whole day of hot sunshine kayaking without sun block...] so that means i can go have as much fun as i want in the sun as long as i want without being scathed.
and thanks to jeanne, i remembered to bring along an extra set of clothes. so i was the only one who went home dry.
in 9 and a half hours, i'll be seeing pea again. bright and early to go...
SHOPPING!
i love the holidays.
sylvia, gwen, jeanne, sarah and anjali's guide to unprepared swimming.
suppose you decide to just wade into the sea just to get your feet wet when you are purposely splashed by a jet ski driver who wants you out so that he can run laps.
don't fret my dearies.
here's what you do.
- make sure *everyone* is wet. no one is allowed to remain dry.
- get into the water.
- no swimsuit? no problem! you're already drenched so there's nothing you can do about it!
- and now, defintiely the easiest way to convert your everyday clothes into swimwear:
step one: get into the water.
step two: take your shirt off.
viola! instant swimwear.
haha. today was spontaneous, to say the least.
spent our time in sportbras after we got drenched, hoping that no one would realise that they were not swimwear but actually (gasp!) underwear.
haha. that was fun.
and i have to admit, gwen did the right thing of just dunking me in the water... which seemed like the best thing to do since i was the only dry one left.
i have found one of the best exfoliating products in the world in palawa island's sand.. now my feet feel soooo nice..
who'd expect some unadvertised island off the coast of singapore to have such nice beaches?
gwen and i are going there again next week.
suppose you decide to just wade into the sea just to get your feet wet when you are purposely splashed by a jet ski driver who wants you out so that he can run laps.
don't fret my dearies.
here's what you do.
- make sure *everyone* is wet. no one is allowed to remain dry.
- get into the water.
- no swimsuit? no problem! you're already drenched so there's nothing you can do about it!
- and now, defintiely the easiest way to convert your everyday clothes into swimwear:
step one: get into the water.
step two: take your shirt off.
viola! instant swimwear.
haha. today was spontaneous, to say the least.
spent our time in sportbras after we got drenched, hoping that no one would realise that they were not swimwear but actually (gasp!) underwear.
haha. that was fun.
and i have to admit, gwen did the right thing of just dunking me in the water... which seemed like the best thing to do since i was the only dry one left.
i have found one of the best exfoliating products in the world in palawa island's sand.. now my feet feel soooo nice..
who'd expect some unadvertised island off the coast of singapore to have such nice beaches?
gwen and i are going there again next week.
you know how something happens to you and then you keep telling yourself after it happened "i have to blog about this..but i'll do it later.." and then you forget?
yeah. that happened to me. many times.
but you, my dear amigos... get salvaged parts of my grey matter.
it was the day of the rjc open house.
still reeling over my mom's remark of my clothing..
me: (gets ready to leave the house...wearing a black tank) i'm leaving...bye..
mom: where?
me: to rjc?
mom: why?
me: they're having an openhouse.
mom: look at your shirt! the thread is falling out everywhere.. it looks so tattered.. so and change...
me: (comes back wearing a black halter..)
mom: WHAT IS THAT? everyone can see your bra...
me: it's a backless shirt.. and i don't have a backless bra...
mom: are you in training to become some las vegas showgirl? wear this..(throws me a see through shirt to wear on top.)
and to make matters worse, we saw a girl with the exact same shirt as me.
she and her friends were staring at me. so i stared back.
and then i realized she had the same shirt as me.
hmph.
and her shirt was lilac. mine was white. and i have to admit, hers looked nicer.
wanted to spill my barley drink on her shirt "accidentally"..
but it would have been a waste of good barley.
so she escaped for then.
so anyway, i went to rjc.. and then decided to walk home since it's all breezy..
and then decided to take the shortcut pass the pool...
and there were these two losers...
loser #1 tried to push loser #2 into the pool..
but loser #2 managed to push loser #1 in instead...
loser #2 grabs the closest thing he can find.
which happens to be my left leg.
splash.
loser #1 falls in.
splash.
yours truly falls in.
splash.
loser #2 falls in.
and then i think i must have given them this really dirty look cause they seemed to be really shocked...
loser #1: OH MY GOODNESS...WE ARE SO SORRY....MISS...
me: argh. whatever.
loser #2: do you know how to swim?
[let's ignore the fact that he is asking me this while i am trapping water right in front of him..]
me: yeah. *swims to the edge and hoists myself up*
loser #1: we are soooo sorry.. you know...
me: whatever la.
loser #2: do you want a towel?
loser #1: do you have a towel...
loser #2: um.. no...
me: forget it. i live here.
and then i get home.
mom answers the door.
"oh, it's raining so heavily at ghim moh? i told you to take an umbrella, right?"
yeah. that happened to me. many times.
but you, my dear amigos... get salvaged parts of my grey matter.
it was the day of the rjc open house.
still reeling over my mom's remark of my clothing..
me: (gets ready to leave the house...wearing a black tank) i'm leaving...bye..
mom: where?
me: to rjc?
mom: why?
me: they're having an openhouse.
mom: look at your shirt! the thread is falling out everywhere.. it looks so tattered.. so and change...
me: (comes back wearing a black halter..)
mom: WHAT IS THAT? everyone can see your bra...
me: it's a backless shirt.. and i don't have a backless bra...
mom: are you in training to become some las vegas showgirl? wear this..(throws me a see through shirt to wear on top.)
and to make matters worse, we saw a girl with the exact same shirt as me.
she and her friends were staring at me. so i stared back.
and then i realized she had the same shirt as me.
hmph.
and her shirt was lilac. mine was white. and i have to admit, hers looked nicer.
wanted to spill my barley drink on her shirt "accidentally"..
but it would have been a waste of good barley.
so she escaped for then.
so anyway, i went to rjc.. and then decided to walk home since it's all breezy..
and then decided to take the shortcut pass the pool...
and there were these two losers...
loser #1 tried to push loser #2 into the pool..
but loser #2 managed to push loser #1 in instead...
loser #2 grabs the closest thing he can find.
which happens to be my left leg.
splash.
loser #1 falls in.
splash.
yours truly falls in.
splash.
loser #2 falls in.
and then i think i must have given them this really dirty look cause they seemed to be really shocked...
loser #1: OH MY GOODNESS...WE ARE SO SORRY....MISS...
me: argh. whatever.
loser #2: do you know how to swim?
[let's ignore the fact that he is asking me this while i am trapping water right in front of him..]
me: yeah. *swims to the edge and hoists myself up*
loser #1: we are soooo sorry.. you know...
me: whatever la.
loser #2: do you want a towel?
loser #1: do you have a towel...
loser #2: um.. no...
me: forget it. i live here.
and then i get home.
mom answers the door.
"oh, it's raining so heavily at ghim moh? i told you to take an umbrella, right?"
episode 2.
boy, are my parents gullible.
incident #1:
sec 3 after getting left earhole number 3 pierced...
dad: eh.. i thought you only had one earhole per ear?
me: oh.. it's a sticker.
dad: oh.
mom: (later...) eh...it's REAL...it's sticking out from behind... it's a real earhole.. ANJALI, WHICH SLEAZY SHOP DID YOU GO TO TO GET YOUR EARS PIERCED? DO YOU KNOW YOU HAVE TO GO GET A TETANUS JAB STRAIGHT AWAY?!
me: aiyah. tetanus is done when you cut yourself or something.. i'm fine.
mom: WHY ONLY YOUR LEFT EAR? DO YOU KNOW HOW UNEVEN IT LOOKS?!
haha. got my first holes on each year when i was 3.
it was time things took a change right?
just realized something..
between gwen, pea and myself, we have 13 earholes.
it seems like quite a lot when you add it together.
but then again.. half of ours have closed up.
ine was because my mom removed the earring when i was sleeping and refused to give it back until the hole closed.
and it closed.
but now my left earlobe is narrower than the right.
but no one's going to notice right?
besides, no one has noticed that after the accident, my right leg is shorter than my left, my right shoulder is lower and shorter than the left, and the fact that i no longer have an ankle bone on my right ankle..
my fourth finger on my left hand is longer too.
hmm.. what can i say? after the accident, i became really badly proportioned from badly proportioned.
incident #2:
sec 4.. after getting my hair done at kimage and coming home really late..
mom: eh.. your hair looks different... what shampoo did you use?
me: the same one la, you guys don't want to buy expensive shampoo.. the only time i get to use some is when i leech off gee.
dad: your sister is working. are you?
me: ah. when i work, all my money goes into drama lessons. anyway, i just blew it dry... and straight.
mom: it looks nice... and shorter than usual...
me: really? hmm... must be because it's straight..
incident #3
today...
at 5pm
me: (on the phone) hey mom.. i'm having dinner now at citylink..
mom: what time is it?
me: um.. around 5?
mom: it's late already. i don't want you to get into trouble... come home now..
me: yeah. (spends the next 3 hours waiting for sarah and gwen and jean to decide on which posters they want to buy...)
(at 8.30pm)
me: you will never believe what happened... i fell asleep on the bus cause i was *so* tired after studying *so* hard the past few nights, that i was too sleepy to realize that i got on the bus on the opposite side.. and ended up in kampong bahru..
dad: (feels head) yeah.. you have a fever too... you'd better go and take some panadol.
me: ok. (knowing that i get the candy flavoured panadol syrup..)fine. i'm a wuss ok?)
supposed to go to sentosa with them in 8 hours.
don't know whether i should.
still have to ask parents.
and if i don't go, i'll probably have a nice time along at home doing the things i never really had time for.
[i haven't exfoliated in weeks...all the dead cells accumulating on my elbows and knees...yuck..]
but am still kinda short of money. wallet's dry after paying for the mercedes cab ride. note to self : never book a cab in singapore. just go out to the road and flag one.
boy, are my parents gullible.
incident #1:
sec 3 after getting left earhole number 3 pierced...
dad: eh.. i thought you only had one earhole per ear?
me: oh.. it's a sticker.
dad: oh.
mom: (later...) eh...it's REAL...it's sticking out from behind... it's a real earhole.. ANJALI, WHICH SLEAZY SHOP DID YOU GO TO TO GET YOUR EARS PIERCED? DO YOU KNOW YOU HAVE TO GO GET A TETANUS JAB STRAIGHT AWAY?!
me: aiyah. tetanus is done when you cut yourself or something.. i'm fine.
mom: WHY ONLY YOUR LEFT EAR? DO YOU KNOW HOW UNEVEN IT LOOKS?!
haha. got my first holes on each year when i was 3.
it was time things took a change right?
just realized something..
between gwen, pea and myself, we have 13 earholes.
it seems like quite a lot when you add it together.
but then again.. half of ours have closed up.
ine was because my mom removed the earring when i was sleeping and refused to give it back until the hole closed.
and it closed.
but now my left earlobe is narrower than the right.
but no one's going to notice right?
besides, no one has noticed that after the accident, my right leg is shorter than my left, my right shoulder is lower and shorter than the left, and the fact that i no longer have an ankle bone on my right ankle..
my fourth finger on my left hand is longer too.
hmm.. what can i say? after the accident, i became really badly proportioned from badly proportioned.
incident #2:
sec 4.. after getting my hair done at kimage and coming home really late..
mom: eh.. your hair looks different... what shampoo did you use?
me: the same one la, you guys don't want to buy expensive shampoo.. the only time i get to use some is when i leech off gee.
dad: your sister is working. are you?
me: ah. when i work, all my money goes into drama lessons. anyway, i just blew it dry... and straight.
mom: it looks nice... and shorter than usual...
me: really? hmm... must be because it's straight..
incident #3
today...
at 5pm
me: (on the phone) hey mom.. i'm having dinner now at citylink..
mom: what time is it?
me: um.. around 5?
mom: it's late already. i don't want you to get into trouble... come home now..
me: yeah. (spends the next 3 hours waiting for sarah and gwen and jean to decide on which posters they want to buy...)
(at 8.30pm)
me: you will never believe what happened... i fell asleep on the bus cause i was *so* tired after studying *so* hard the past few nights, that i was too sleepy to realize that i got on the bus on the opposite side.. and ended up in kampong bahru..
dad: (feels head) yeah.. you have a fever too... you'd better go and take some panadol.
me: ok. (knowing that i get the candy flavoured panadol syrup..)fine. i'm a wuss ok?)
supposed to go to sentosa with them in 8 hours.
don't know whether i should.
still have to ask parents.
and if i don't go, i'll probably have a nice time along at home doing the things i never really had time for.
[i haven't exfoliated in weeks...all the dead cells accumulating on my elbows and knees...yuck..]
but am still kinda short of money. wallet's dry after paying for the mercedes cab ride. note to self : never book a cab in singapore. just go out to the road and flag one.
return of the blogster. episode 1.
hello world.
i'm back after... 5 days?
well.. what can i say... i never said anything about going on a hiatus.
so i didn't.
os ended today. (yesterday...rather)
the truth hasn't sunk in yet. sure went around screaming "it's over it's over it's over it's over it's over.." just like everyone else... but did i really know what i was saying?
same thing with un. after it was cancelled i didn't feel anything... i just went numb.. and then there was the denial... and i went back to class to see justina, nina and sarah crying... and i still didn't really get it.
and then went home to go through my position paper. and then realised that it was no use.
and here it is.
the o levels are over.
my secondary school life is over.
life in crescent is over.
woah.
and now it hits me.
smack in the head.
the os are over.
[no matter how many times i saw it.. i still seems incredulous.]
hello world.
i'm back after... 5 days?
well.. what can i say... i never said anything about going on a hiatus.
so i didn't.
os ended today. (yesterday...rather)
the truth hasn't sunk in yet. sure went around screaming "it's over it's over it's over it's over it's over.." just like everyone else... but did i really know what i was saying?
same thing with un. after it was cancelled i didn't feel anything... i just went numb.. and then there was the denial... and i went back to class to see justina, nina and sarah crying... and i still didn't really get it.
and then went home to go through my position paper. and then realised that it was no use.
and here it is.
the o levels are over.
my secondary school life is over.
life in crescent is over.
woah.
and now it hits me.
smack in the head.
the os are over.
[no matter how many times i saw it.. i still seems incredulous.]
Friday, November 14, 2003
She's not a girl who misses much
Do do do do do do do do
She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane.
The man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors
On his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working overtime
A soap impression of his wife which he ate
And donated to the Nation Trust.
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Down to the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix cause I'm going down
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun.
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
When I hold you in my arms
And I feel my finger on your trigger
I know no one can do me no harm
Because happiness is a warm gun
-Yes it is.
Do do do do do do do do
She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane.
The man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors
On his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working overtime
A soap impression of his wife which he ate
And donated to the Nation Trust.
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Down to the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix cause I'm going down
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun.
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
When I hold you in my arms
And I feel my finger on your trigger
I know no one can do me no harm
Because happiness is a warm gun
-Yes it is.
Monday, October 20, 2003
now that the last day of school has come to a close, i have certain bones i want to pick with some people.
let's call them a, b, c, d and e.
dear `a,
after 2 years of false pretentions, i've finally realised what kind of a person you are.
there's one thing about being nice to a person to her face and then bitching about her behind her back once.
it's something else when it lasts for 2 years.
don't try pushing the blame to someone else just to make yourself feel better.
no one can *make* you become a loser.
you just evolve into one yourself.
too bad if you feel alone.
go get that blow up doll you call a boyfriend to comfort you or something.
and from what i hear from the rest of your "best friends", they agree with me too.
so much for me "stealing your best friends" if they all wanted to kick you out anyway.
and let's not even get started with your relationship with `b.
`b told me that you were a racist, and that you warned her against me.
which i didn't really believe, since it was `b who was telling me this.
and it's common knowledge that i don't really take what `b says seriously.
and i still don't. cause i don't see how you would be able to survive being a racist in crescent without being trampled to death first.
listen up, i *never* had the intention to take you away from `b.
i've got better things to do.
besides, i never really wanted `b in my life anyway...
i just wanted `b to stop being your slave cause whenever i saw it i just needed to go to the nearest toilet to barf.
no one likes being a slave, not even `b. even if `b loves you to bits.
of course, there's `b.
frankenstein.
sarah puts it nice and simply.
"aiyah...it's very simple.. no one liked the way `a treated `b. but you were the only one who bothered to change it. then `b decided to leech on to you. and then you dug her out with a shovel.and now `a hates you for taking `b away from her."
sarah, leeching is an understatement.
day 1: to a ludicrous statement, anjali replies with ehr catch phrase.
day 2 and every day after that: `b decides to end every statement by using anjali's same catch phrase in the exact same tone. and anjali notices.
day 8: anjali goes into u2 with `b. after two hours of contemplating, she buys a navy tank.
day 14: `b appears at anjali's door, wearing the exact same tank. anjali shudders. and thinks that `b's way creepy.
day 21: anjali, `b and a mutual friend go into giodarno. anjali buys the *last* peasant top in black.
day 25: `b turns up in an identical khaki peasant top.
day 67: the *cool* gang comes along, and warns ex classmate, anjali about `b. anjali doesn't care about it and decides for some warped reason to defend `b.
day 68: `b: "isn't it f****** obvious that anjali's the one bitching about me?"
last straw.
if i actually bother to waste my energy defending you and justifying your actions, the least i expect is some gratitude. i'm not your lawyer or something.
as for style, for god's sake, FIND YOUR OWN. it's not "cool" if you just copy someone else's.
day 73625 onwards: anjali decides to ignore `b.
day 452957295: anjali smiles at `b and realizes what jean says when she means that `b's smile freaks her out.
and i don't see why i keep bothering to help thses ingrate irritatants.
same thing with `c.
today, defended her again?
why bother, right?
she wasn't ever nice to me..
let's not bother about her being polite.
i'm one of the first few people you put down.
and it seems to be pretty obvious that the things i consider to be important you deem as insignificant and useless.
in fact, it's not just myself. it's every single *normal person*
but let's simplify it to one sentence that i'm pretty sure i can not just say to you, but to everyone, a,b,c,d AND e.
what did i ever do to you for you to treat me this way?
i'm still defending you, `c. i don't know why. maybe cause i've known you the longest and i probably should for old times' sake.
but it doesn't seem worth it when everyone else points out that you never show any gratitude anyway, and even when we tell you to change, you won't.
the person you consider to be your "closest friend" is going against you.
the person who i really respect since she's the one who tolerates all of your nonsense is going against you too.
and so is the one you idolize.
just change, will you?
let's call them a, b, c, d and e.
dear `a,
after 2 years of false pretentions, i've finally realised what kind of a person you are.
there's one thing about being nice to a person to her face and then bitching about her behind her back once.
it's something else when it lasts for 2 years.
don't try pushing the blame to someone else just to make yourself feel better.
no one can *make* you become a loser.
you just evolve into one yourself.
too bad if you feel alone.
go get that blow up doll you call a boyfriend to comfort you or something.
and from what i hear from the rest of your "best friends", they agree with me too.
so much for me "stealing your best friends" if they all wanted to kick you out anyway.
and let's not even get started with your relationship with `b.
`b told me that you were a racist, and that you warned her against me.
which i didn't really believe, since it was `b who was telling me this.
and it's common knowledge that i don't really take what `b says seriously.
and i still don't. cause i don't see how you would be able to survive being a racist in crescent without being trampled to death first.
listen up, i *never* had the intention to take you away from `b.
i've got better things to do.
besides, i never really wanted `b in my life anyway...
i just wanted `b to stop being your slave cause whenever i saw it i just needed to go to the nearest toilet to barf.
no one likes being a slave, not even `b. even if `b loves you to bits.
of course, there's `b.
frankenstein.
sarah puts it nice and simply.
"aiyah...it's very simple.. no one liked the way `a treated `b. but you were the only one who bothered to change it. then `b decided to leech on to you. and then you dug her out with a shovel.and now `a hates you for taking `b away from her."
sarah, leeching is an understatement.
day 1: to a ludicrous statement, anjali replies with ehr catch phrase.
day 2 and every day after that: `b decides to end every statement by using anjali's same catch phrase in the exact same tone. and anjali notices.
day 8: anjali goes into u2 with `b. after two hours of contemplating, she buys a navy tank.
day 14: `b appears at anjali's door, wearing the exact same tank. anjali shudders. and thinks that `b's way creepy.
day 21: anjali, `b and a mutual friend go into giodarno. anjali buys the *last* peasant top in black.
day 25: `b turns up in an identical khaki peasant top.
day 67: the *cool* gang comes along, and warns ex classmate, anjali about `b. anjali doesn't care about it and decides for some warped reason to defend `b.
day 68: `b: "isn't it f****** obvious that anjali's the one bitching about me?"
last straw.
if i actually bother to waste my energy defending you and justifying your actions, the least i expect is some gratitude. i'm not your lawyer or something.
as for style, for god's sake, FIND YOUR OWN. it's not "cool" if you just copy someone else's.
day 73625 onwards: anjali decides to ignore `b.
day 452957295: anjali smiles at `b and realizes what jean says when she means that `b's smile freaks her out.
and i don't see why i keep bothering to help thses ingrate irritatants.
same thing with `c.
today, defended her again?
why bother, right?
she wasn't ever nice to me..
let's not bother about her being polite.
i'm one of the first few people you put down.
and it seems to be pretty obvious that the things i consider to be important you deem as insignificant and useless.
in fact, it's not just myself. it's every single *normal person*
but let's simplify it to one sentence that i'm pretty sure i can not just say to you, but to everyone, a,b,c,d AND e.
what did i ever do to you for you to treat me this way?
i'm still defending you, `c. i don't know why. maybe cause i've known you the longest and i probably should for old times' sake.
but it doesn't seem worth it when everyone else points out that you never show any gratitude anyway, and even when we tell you to change, you won't.
the person you consider to be your "closest friend" is going against you.
the person who i really respect since she's the one who tolerates all of your nonsense is going against you too.
and so is the one you idolize.
just change, will you?
Sunday, October 12, 2003
you can't manufacture a miracle
the silence was pitiful - that day
and love is getting too cynical
passion's just physical - these days.
you analyse everyone you meet
but get no sign - the loving kind
every night you admit defeat
and cry yourself blind.
the dj said on the radio
life should be stereo - each day
and the past that cast the unsuitable
instead of some kind of beautiful
you just couldn't wait.
all your friends think you're satisfied
but they can't see your soul.
forgot the time feeling petrified
when they lived alone.
if you can't wake up in the morning
cause your bed lies vacant at night
if you're lost, hurt, tired or lonely
can't control it - try as you might.
may you find that love that won't leave you
may you find it by the end of the day
you won't be lost, hurt, tired and lonely
something beautiful will come your way.
the silence was pitiful - that day
and love is getting too cynical
passion's just physical - these days.
you analyse everyone you meet
but get no sign - the loving kind
every night you admit defeat
and cry yourself blind.
the dj said on the radio
life should be stereo - each day
and the past that cast the unsuitable
instead of some kind of beautiful
you just couldn't wait.
all your friends think you're satisfied
but they can't see your soul.
forgot the time feeling petrified
when they lived alone.
if you can't wake up in the morning
cause your bed lies vacant at night
if you're lost, hurt, tired or lonely
can't control it - try as you might.
may you find that love that won't leave you
may you find it by the end of the day
you won't be lost, hurt, tired and lonely
something beautiful will come your way.
Friday, October 10, 2003
6 points.
perfect score.
b4 for history.
a1s for everything else.
improved 9 points from my midyear l1r5.
improved by one position in class ranking.
no more number two.
i am number one.
move over jean.
haha. just kiddin'.
so here i am. with a relatively good score.
and yet... i feel so.. indifferent.
parents didn't really seem to be quite suprised with the marks.
when i came home with 9 points before the moderation, mommy dearest reactions were as follows..
her: so what did you get?
me: oh. b4 for history. b3 from a maths and june's tamil paper. a2 from english. a1s for the res..
her: what did you get for a maths?
me: 3.
her: a 3 for a maths? after all the money we spent on you, you got a 3 for a maths?
me: i'm still in the top 3.
her: weren't you first for the midyear? what did u get for the midyear?
me: exactly the same score.
her: i don't know why you're not disappointed. you've played so much. there's no wonder why you got such a grade.
me: whatever.
her: and a 2 for english? why can't you make it a one.
me: dunno.
her: you come from an english speaking family. the only language we ever speak at home IS english. how can you not get an a1 for english?
me: dunno.
*and then the final nail on the coffin*
her: DO YOU KNOW THAT GEETHA GOT 6 FOR HER EXAMS?
me: yeah.
*like i didn't know it already.*
so somehow i always knew that unless i got a six i would be considered inferior to geetha.
and now i have a six.
called mommy dearest up again.
me: my results changed?
her: for the better or the worse?
me: better. guess how much i got?
her: 6 points?
me: yes. a perfect score! a1s for everything!!!
her: 8a1s? finally. after all we do for you.
me: um..no.. 6a1s.. one b3 for tamil and one b4 for history...
her: ...geetha got 8a1s and 1 a2 for french.
it is just never enough for her.
hmph.
anyway, congrats 4g3!
highest distinction rate for english.
most improved class overall too, i presume.
to *you*...
there's no point for me to bother about you and your insignificant opinions.
the jealousy i see in your eyes, is well... amusing.
i did relatively well.
yay for me.
you didn't.
so then work harder.
don't take it out on me.
now i laugh for considering you to be a friend.
for all the encouragement i give to you..
you return me with this?
ha.
whatever, babe.
there's no use me sticking up for you anymore.
i am *so* not concerned with you.
yeah. and the self denial's working damn fine for you too.
"i can't believe a slacker like anjali got a perfect score. she must be acting in school or something.. she must like go home and study the whole night through..."
there's no facade.
i slack like anything.
too bad for you, if you did badly.
but why must you take it out on me?
honestly, with all the different activities i'm surrounded with, and the fact that i know exactly what happens on every tv show, and you see me online ever second you'd realize.
but does your jealously blind you?
maybe the reason is because i don't spend my every second of existence plotting how to bring people down.
oh yeah. it must be damn hard.
to have a "slacker" beating you.
too bad.
suck it up, bitch.
*i* wasn't the person who caused you to fail.
perfect score.
b4 for history.
a1s for everything else.
improved 9 points from my midyear l1r5.
improved by one position in class ranking.
no more number two.
i am number one.
move over jean.
haha. just kiddin'.
so here i am. with a relatively good score.
and yet... i feel so.. indifferent.
parents didn't really seem to be quite suprised with the marks.
when i came home with 9 points before the moderation, mommy dearest reactions were as follows..
her: so what did you get?
me: oh. b4 for history. b3 from a maths and june's tamil paper. a2 from english. a1s for the res..
her: what did you get for a maths?
me: 3.
her: a 3 for a maths? after all the money we spent on you, you got a 3 for a maths?
me: i'm still in the top 3.
her: weren't you first for the midyear? what did u get for the midyear?
me: exactly the same score.
her: i don't know why you're not disappointed. you've played so much. there's no wonder why you got such a grade.
me: whatever.
her: and a 2 for english? why can't you make it a one.
me: dunno.
her: you come from an english speaking family. the only language we ever speak at home IS english. how can you not get an a1 for english?
me: dunno.
*and then the final nail on the coffin*
her: DO YOU KNOW THAT GEETHA GOT 6 FOR HER EXAMS?
me: yeah.
*like i didn't know it already.*
so somehow i always knew that unless i got a six i would be considered inferior to geetha.
and now i have a six.
called mommy dearest up again.
me: my results changed?
her: for the better or the worse?
me: better. guess how much i got?
her: 6 points?
me: yes. a perfect score! a1s for everything!!!
her: 8a1s? finally. after all we do for you.
me: um..no.. 6a1s.. one b3 for tamil and one b4 for history...
her: ...geetha got 8a1s and 1 a2 for french.
it is just never enough for her.
hmph.
anyway, congrats 4g3!
highest distinction rate for english.
most improved class overall too, i presume.
to *you*...
there's no point for me to bother about you and your insignificant opinions.
the jealousy i see in your eyes, is well... amusing.
i did relatively well.
yay for me.
you didn't.
so then work harder.
don't take it out on me.
now i laugh for considering you to be a friend.
for all the encouragement i give to you..
you return me with this?
ha.
whatever, babe.
there's no use me sticking up for you anymore.
i am *so* not concerned with you.
yeah. and the self denial's working damn fine for you too.
"i can't believe a slacker like anjali got a perfect score. she must be acting in school or something.. she must like go home and study the whole night through..."
there's no facade.
i slack like anything.
too bad for you, if you did badly.
but why must you take it out on me?
honestly, with all the different activities i'm surrounded with, and the fact that i know exactly what happens on every tv show, and you see me online ever second you'd realize.
but does your jealously blind you?
maybe the reason is because i don't spend my every second of existence plotting how to bring people down.
oh yeah. it must be damn hard.
to have a "slacker" beating you.
too bad.
suck it up, bitch.
*i* wasn't the person who caused you to fail.
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