Hey baby i hear the blues calling
tossed salad and scarmbled eggs.
and maybe i seem a bit confused.
but hey i've got you pegged.
but i don't know what to do with those tossed salad and scrambled eggs.
they're calling again.
Friday, December 31, 2004
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
vid says that if you look back on a year and feel no emotion, that year was a year wasted.
today was spent lounging around zach's house. watching harold and kumar.
wait backtrack.
today was the moving ceremony from mt sinai campus to bishan.
was totally against it cause it was so huge and impersonal compared to the small run down place we had before. sure the campus sucked, but it was cozy. and we got to see everyone so often too since it was so small we'd always bump into people.
the ceremony itself wasn't exactly very emotional.
especially for someone who has been going to rj and sitting on the steps above the netball court ever since she was 8, to wait for her sister to finish training and come home.
and how i used to be afraid of that yellow statue, the bust of raffles.
but the steps leading to the hall in front porch. where i spent eternity frozen in one position for open house.
or that bamboo garden where another eternity was spent. and photoshoots as well.
the hole in the wall where we'd climb and just sit in there.
the ts block. which was cold small and rundown. yet horribly cozy.
the lts which we used to rehearse for lysis.
the spex gal where we all slept together during the camp and vid and i were sharing a sleeping bag and i contemplated pushing her off onto pravin.
the indoor gym where we'd play inter class hockey.
basketball at the basketball courts.
the track when we used to run when i still could.
the field where the ruggers would play and we'll have to squint to recognize our guys..
sitting in the netball court at night just the 5 of us at camp, staring at the stars.
or watching friends projected on the white wall during graduation ceremony.
the corridor leading to the soex gall from the canteen where we sprayed firas with flour.
the small half classroom where i'd be the only person for tamil class.
the back gate and ghim moh.
our great locker place next to the stinky boys' toilets..
lt 2.5 where we had to learn the stupid dance.
and holland v where we'd go. and sometimes i'll bump into the ac kids.
climing over the gate after they lock us in.
ra meetings in empty places.
the field where we had our floury telematch.
the og place.
playing captain's ball in the netball court. and taking weird photos of us posing in the court in the middle of the rain and stamping into puddles and splashing water at each other.
nice places. too bad that they're not going to be there anymore.
the new rj is big..
i like our new classroom. spacious and less stuffy.
haven't really seen much of the rest. but i guess it's pretty impressive.
yus got interviewed by this person from the news. i was standing next to her.
but i guess after being singapore's top student, she would learn to handle the press really well.
like stupid questions like "how do you feel about the moving ceremony."
the train was nice though. they should rent a train, turn off the lights and blast music. and we can like have this dance train.
so we got to rj bishan. where the ri boys were forced to cheer for us.
haha. and then zach brought us around.
never knew how picky zach ever was. he had to go shopping for sarah's present and like spent millions of hours trying to fund something for her. haha.
but he's a real nice guy. realized today that both him and pravin make good older brothers.
this idiot was disturbing me and they just stared and wanted to go punch that person. but there seriosuly was no use making such a big deal, especially when we were in school uniform.
times like these i'm glad hongyan is around to cool things off. and make us think straight.
and they were like angrier than i was.
"protective". haha.
so i guess the amount of times i complain about the 5 class boys, they actually are kind of nice.
and party at zach's later.
we cooked.
vid screamed.
haha.
i've given pravin the title of friar.
but no one found that funny except for me.
cause he did all the frying and like got burnt 7 times.
i think we kind of broke zach's oven toaster. cause it was spitting fire by the time we were done with it.
so we deep fried everything
and got oil all over the floor.
ok, actually *i* got oil all over the floor.
cause pravin seriously needed to take a break so i offered to take over.
and like got oil everywhere.
hot oil.
and karl and zheng finally showed up so we got to eat by zach's pool. and we started talking about stuff and reminiscing.
and then vid and pravin left to walk suba home and the rest of us went to sit by the pool. and zheng and zach happily splashed all over me and karl.
zheng: eh karl, can i splash water on you?
me: NO. i'm next to him. if you splash on him, i'll get it too. don't you dare try to d..
*zheng splashes, karl moves. and i bear the brunt of the entire splash.*
me:...
zach: hahaha MAN.
and then it became a splash war. poor glenda was caught in the crossfire and became sicker than what she was before.
swimming pool water on a windy night is *cold*.
boys played pool later at his game room. i realized that i wasn't even mediocre enough to let them watch me play.
so i just gave up.
and watching harold and kumar and the racism they go through, it gets you wondering.
today was spent lounging around zach's house. watching harold and kumar.
wait backtrack.
today was the moving ceremony from mt sinai campus to bishan.
was totally against it cause it was so huge and impersonal compared to the small run down place we had before. sure the campus sucked, but it was cozy. and we got to see everyone so often too since it was so small we'd always bump into people.
the ceremony itself wasn't exactly very emotional.
especially for someone who has been going to rj and sitting on the steps above the netball court ever since she was 8, to wait for her sister to finish training and come home.
and how i used to be afraid of that yellow statue, the bust of raffles.
but the steps leading to the hall in front porch. where i spent eternity frozen in one position for open house.
or that bamboo garden where another eternity was spent. and photoshoots as well.
the hole in the wall where we'd climb and just sit in there.
the ts block. which was cold small and rundown. yet horribly cozy.
the lts which we used to rehearse for lysis.
the spex gal where we all slept together during the camp and vid and i were sharing a sleeping bag and i contemplated pushing her off onto pravin.
the indoor gym where we'd play inter class hockey.
basketball at the basketball courts.
the track when we used to run when i still could.
the field where the ruggers would play and we'll have to squint to recognize our guys..
sitting in the netball court at night just the 5 of us at camp, staring at the stars.
or watching friends projected on the white wall during graduation ceremony.
the corridor leading to the soex gall from the canteen where we sprayed firas with flour.
the small half classroom where i'd be the only person for tamil class.
the back gate and ghim moh.
our great locker place next to the stinky boys' toilets..
lt 2.5 where we had to learn the stupid dance.
and holland v where we'd go. and sometimes i'll bump into the ac kids.
climing over the gate after they lock us in.
ra meetings in empty places.
the field where we had our floury telematch.
the og place.
playing captain's ball in the netball court. and taking weird photos of us posing in the court in the middle of the rain and stamping into puddles and splashing water at each other.
nice places. too bad that they're not going to be there anymore.
the new rj is big..
i like our new classroom. spacious and less stuffy.
haven't really seen much of the rest. but i guess it's pretty impressive.
yus got interviewed by this person from the news. i was standing next to her.
but i guess after being singapore's top student, she would learn to handle the press really well.
like stupid questions like "how do you feel about the moving ceremony."
the train was nice though. they should rent a train, turn off the lights and blast music. and we can like have this dance train.
so we got to rj bishan. where the ri boys were forced to cheer for us.
haha. and then zach brought us around.
never knew how picky zach ever was. he had to go shopping for sarah's present and like spent millions of hours trying to fund something for her. haha.
but he's a real nice guy. realized today that both him and pravin make good older brothers.
this idiot was disturbing me and they just stared and wanted to go punch that person. but there seriosuly was no use making such a big deal, especially when we were in school uniform.
times like these i'm glad hongyan is around to cool things off. and make us think straight.
and they were like angrier than i was.
"protective". haha.
so i guess the amount of times i complain about the 5 class boys, they actually are kind of nice.
and party at zach's later.
we cooked.
vid screamed.
haha.
i've given pravin the title of friar.
but no one found that funny except for me.
cause he did all the frying and like got burnt 7 times.
i think we kind of broke zach's oven toaster. cause it was spitting fire by the time we were done with it.
so we deep fried everything
and got oil all over the floor.
ok, actually *i* got oil all over the floor.
cause pravin seriously needed to take a break so i offered to take over.
and like got oil everywhere.
hot oil.
and karl and zheng finally showed up so we got to eat by zach's pool. and we started talking about stuff and reminiscing.
and then vid and pravin left to walk suba home and the rest of us went to sit by the pool. and zheng and zach happily splashed all over me and karl.
zheng: eh karl, can i splash water on you?
me: NO. i'm next to him. if you splash on him, i'll get it too. don't you dare try to d..
*zheng splashes, karl moves. and i bear the brunt of the entire splash.*
me:...
zach: hahaha MAN.
and then it became a splash war. poor glenda was caught in the crossfire and became sicker than what she was before.
swimming pool water on a windy night is *cold*.
boys played pool later at his game room. i realized that i wasn't even mediocre enough to let them watch me play.
so i just gave up.
and watching harold and kumar and the racism they go through, it gets you wondering.
Tuesday, December 28, 2004
new layout.
29th layouts in 3 years.
been blogging long.
this one features led zeppelin.
shan helped me out with a notebook. scrap magazine-y with her sketches.
looks real pretty.
it's now called my scratchbook.
cause it's neither sketchy nor scrappy.
and my handwriting is like chicken scratches anyway, so i guess it fits.
class party tomorrow.
zach's house.
boys are going to try and dunk me again.
i'd better wear something black.
29th layouts in 3 years.
been blogging long.
this one features led zeppelin.
shan helped me out with a notebook. scrap magazine-y with her sketches.
looks real pretty.
it's now called my scratchbook.
cause it's neither sketchy nor scrappy.
and my handwriting is like chicken scratches anyway, so i guess it fits.
class party tomorrow.
zach's house.
boys are going to try and dunk me again.
i'd better wear something black.
Monday, December 27, 2004
things never go straight with the class boys.
i'm half awake and i see a missed call from zheng.
so i call him back.
and the phone rings forever until this unidentified girl picks up, and passes the phone to him.
and i hear him shouting at people from the background about oteam games.. until he finally comes to the phone..
zheng: hello?
me: eh.
zheng: *sprouts something in japanese*
me:.. it's anj.
zheng: oh! MAAAAAAAAAAAANN...
me: ..marvellous.
zheng: MAAAAAAAAANN.. hiii MAAAAAAAAANN. eh man..?
me: ya what?
zheng: i miss you maaaaaaaaan..
me: congrats. anyway, you called?
zheng: yep. i called my darling maaaaaan...
me: because...?
zheng: to tell you that i missed you maaaaaaaaan....
me: ...and?
zheng: that i haven't seen you in a long time...
me: you'll see me on wednesday.
zheng: ya. but i still miss you my maaaaaaaan..
me: ya ok, whatever. so why did you call?
zheng: oh. um.. cause karl asked me to call you.
me: for what?
zheng: cause karl also misses maaan!
me: ya ok. but seriosuly, why did he call?
zheng: actually.. i don't know.
me: you're really useful, you know?
zheng: hahahaha.. you're really funny when you're sarcastic, maaaan..
me: ya ok.
zheng: maaaaan.. i miss you maaaaan..
me: are you in school? is karl there?
zheng: ya. he is.
*silence*
zheng: ...hello?
me: ..where's karl?
zheng: oh! you want to speak to him?
me: ya.. i was kind of hoping that i could sometime this year.
zheng: hahahahahha.. *passes the phone to karl*
karl: maaaaaaaaaaaan!
me: hi karl.
karl: hi maaaaaaaaaaaan.
me: you called?
karl: ya.
me: for what?
zheng: *shouts* tell her that you miss her..
karl: cause i miss you maaaaaaan..
me: great. so why did you call?
karl: oh.. cause.. wait.
pravin: ...hello?
me: ...pravin?
pravin: hi man!
me: eh what does karl want to speak to me about?
pravin: to tell you that he misses you..we all miss you.
me: yes. that's good.
pravin: ya maaan.
zheng: maaaaaaan..
pravin: we miss you maaaaan...
zheng: i miss you the most maaaan...
pravin: maaaan..
zheng: maaaaaaaaaan...
me: eh. wasting my phone bill money la.
so 15 minutes of them going nowhere and finally karl gets back to confirm whether the party's still on.
this is how the phone call *could* have gone.
me: hello.
zheng: eh. karl wants to know if the party is still on.
me: yea. the 29th.
so that's like 10 seconds?
i'm half awake and i see a missed call from zheng.
so i call him back.
and the phone rings forever until this unidentified girl picks up, and passes the phone to him.
and i hear him shouting at people from the background about oteam games.. until he finally comes to the phone..
zheng: hello?
me: eh.
zheng: *sprouts something in japanese*
me:.. it's anj.
zheng: oh! MAAAAAAAAAAAANN...
me: ..marvellous.
zheng: MAAAAAAAAANN.. hiii MAAAAAAAAANN. eh man..?
me: ya what?
zheng: i miss you maaaaaaaaan..
me: congrats. anyway, you called?
zheng: yep. i called my darling maaaaaan...
me: because...?
zheng: to tell you that i missed you maaaaaaaaan....
me: ...and?
zheng: that i haven't seen you in a long time...
me: you'll see me on wednesday.
zheng: ya. but i still miss you my maaaaaaaan..
me: ya ok, whatever. so why did you call?
zheng: oh. um.. cause karl asked me to call you.
me: for what?
zheng: cause karl also misses maaan!
me: ya ok. but seriosuly, why did he call?
zheng: actually.. i don't know.
me: you're really useful, you know?
zheng: hahahaha.. you're really funny when you're sarcastic, maaaan..
me: ya ok.
zheng: maaaaan.. i miss you maaaaan..
me: are you in school? is karl there?
zheng: ya. he is.
*silence*
zheng: ...hello?
me: ..where's karl?
zheng: oh! you want to speak to him?
me: ya.. i was kind of hoping that i could sometime this year.
zheng: hahahahahha.. *passes the phone to karl*
karl: maaaaaaaaaaaan!
me: hi karl.
karl: hi maaaaaaaaaaaan.
me: you called?
karl: ya.
me: for what?
zheng: *shouts* tell her that you miss her..
karl: cause i miss you maaaaaaan..
me: great. so why did you call?
karl: oh.. cause.. wait.
pravin: ...hello?
me: ...pravin?
pravin: hi man!
me: eh what does karl want to speak to me about?
pravin: to tell you that he misses you..we all miss you.
me: yes. that's good.
pravin: ya maaan.
zheng: maaaaaaan..
pravin: we miss you maaaaan...
zheng: i miss you the most maaaan...
pravin: maaaan..
zheng: maaaaaaaaaan...
me: eh. wasting my phone bill money la.
so 15 minutes of them going nowhere and finally karl gets back to confirm whether the party's still on.
this is how the phone call *could* have gone.
me: hello.
zheng: eh. karl wants to know if the party is still on.
me: yea. the 29th.
so that's like 10 seconds?
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
Sunday, December 12, 2004
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
going through my closet today.
to realize that i own 17 pairs of jeans.
and after trying them on again, i can only fit into 2.
so now i have 15 pairs of jeans. that are all too tight. *grumble*
and since a diet's not going to really work..
i've decided to give them all away.
so i'm opening up my closet to everyone.
msot of the jeans are new, since i'm the kind of person who buys something and
a) wears it till it has holes all over, patches them up, and wears it again.. or
b) leaves it in my closet until i outgrow it.
so here are some jeans with the tags still on.
in different colours.
mostly black, navy and blue.
and a pair of cargos. which might be guys' cargos for all i know.
but anyway, the main reason of this post is to tell people about this.
so if you want jeans,
leave me a note.
and come over to try them on.
to realize that i own 17 pairs of jeans.
and after trying them on again, i can only fit into 2.
so now i have 15 pairs of jeans. that are all too tight. *grumble*
and since a diet's not going to really work..
i've decided to give them all away.
so i'm opening up my closet to everyone.
msot of the jeans are new, since i'm the kind of person who buys something and
a) wears it till it has holes all over, patches them up, and wears it again.. or
b) leaves it in my closet until i outgrow it.
so here are some jeans with the tags still on.
in different colours.
mostly black, navy and blue.
and a pair of cargos. which might be guys' cargos for all i know.
but anyway, the main reason of this post is to tell people about this.
so if you want jeans,
leave me a note.
and come over to try them on.
I dont need to be anything other
Than a prison guard's son
I dont need to be anything other
Than a specialist's son
I dont have to be anyone other
Than the birth of two souls in one
Part of where im going, is knowing where im coming from
I dont want to be
Anything other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do
Is think of me and I have peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms
Wondering what I've got to do
Or who Im supposed to be
I dont want to be anything other than me
I'm surrounded by liars everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by imposters everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by identity crisis everywhere I turn
Am I the only one who noticed?
I cant be the only one who's learned
I dont want to be
Anything other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms
Wondering what I've got to do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I dont want to be anything other than me
Can I have everyone's attention please?
If you're not like this and that, you're gonna have to leave
I came from the mountain
The crust of creation
My whole situation-made from clay to stone
And now I'm telling everybody
I dont want to be
Anything other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind
Im tired of looking 'round rooms
Wondering what I've got to do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I dont want to be anything other than me
I dont want to be
Anything other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms
Wondering what I've got to do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I dont want to be anything other than me
I dont want to be
Than a prison guard's son
I dont need to be anything other
Than a specialist's son
I dont have to be anyone other
Than the birth of two souls in one
Part of where im going, is knowing where im coming from
I dont want to be
Anything other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do
Is think of me and I have peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms
Wondering what I've got to do
Or who Im supposed to be
I dont want to be anything other than me
I'm surrounded by liars everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by imposters everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by identity crisis everywhere I turn
Am I the only one who noticed?
I cant be the only one who's learned
I dont want to be
Anything other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms
Wondering what I've got to do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I dont want to be anything other than me
Can I have everyone's attention please?
If you're not like this and that, you're gonna have to leave
I came from the mountain
The crust of creation
My whole situation-made from clay to stone
And now I'm telling everybody
I dont want to be
Anything other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind
Im tired of looking 'round rooms
Wondering what I've got to do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I dont want to be anything other than me
I dont want to be
Anything other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms
Wondering what I've got to do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I dont want to be anything other than me
I dont want to be
Monday, December 06, 2004
new shoes.
2005 nike air aims.
never knew nike released their 2005 series before 2005.
or that singapore would even have received that stock yet.
they're actually quite ugly.
wanted to just buy another pair of my old air maxs. especially since they looked so nice and new on the shelf..
but no idiot would go to a shoe store and buy the exact same pair of shoes she's wearing right?
even if it was much cheaper than when it was in season.
2005 nike air aims.
never knew nike released their 2005 series before 2005.
or that singapore would even have received that stock yet.
they're actually quite ugly.
wanted to just buy another pair of my old air maxs. especially since they looked so nice and new on the shelf..
but no idiot would go to a shoe store and buy the exact same pair of shoes she's wearing right?
even if it was much cheaper than when it was in season.
Sunday, December 05, 2004
got this from suba.
If the population of the Earth was reduced to that of a small town with 100 people, it would look something like this:
57 Asians 21 Europeans 14 Americans (northern and southern) 8 Africans
52 women 48 men
70 coloured-skins 30 caucasians
89 heterosexuals 11 homosexuals
6 people would own 59% of the whole world wealth and all of them will be from the United States of America
80 would have bad living conditions
70 would be uneducated
50 underfed
1 would die
2 would be born
1 would have a computer
1 (only one) will have higher education
When you look at the world from this point of view, you can see there is a real need for solidarity, understanding, patience and education.
Also think about the following
This morning, if you woke up healthy, then you are happier than the 1 million people that will not survive next week.
If you never suffered a war,
the loneliness of the jail cell, the agony of torture,
or hunger, you are happier than 500 million people in the world.
If you can enter into a church (mosque) without fear of jail or death, you are happier then 3 million people in the world.
If there is a food in your fridge,
you have shoes and clothes,
you have bed and a roof,
you are richer then 75% of the people in the world.
If you have bank account, money in your wallet and some coins in the money-box, you belong to the 8% of the people on the world, who are well-to-do.
If you read this you are three times blessed because:
1. somebody just thought of you.
2 . you don't belong to the 200 million people that cannot read.
3 . and... you have a computer!
As somebody once said: "- work as if you don't need money, - love as if you've never been hurt, - dance, as if nobody can see you, - sing, as if no one can hear, - live, as if the Earth was a heaven."
If the population of the Earth was reduced to that of a small town with 100 people, it would look something like this:
57 Asians 21 Europeans 14 Americans (northern and southern) 8 Africans
52 women 48 men
70 coloured-skins 30 caucasians
89 heterosexuals 11 homosexuals
6 people would own 59% of the whole world wealth and all of them will be from the United States of America
80 would have bad living conditions
70 would be uneducated
50 underfed
1 would die
2 would be born
1 would have a computer
1 (only one) will have higher education
When you look at the world from this point of view, you can see there is a real need for solidarity, understanding, patience and education.
Also think about the following
This morning, if you woke up healthy, then you are happier than the 1 million people that will not survive next week.
If you never suffered a war,
the loneliness of the jail cell, the agony of torture,
or hunger, you are happier than 500 million people in the world.
If you can enter into a church (mosque) without fear of jail or death, you are happier then 3 million people in the world.
If there is a food in your fridge,
you have shoes and clothes,
you have bed and a roof,
you are richer then 75% of the people in the world.
If you have bank account, money in your wallet and some coins in the money-box, you belong to the 8% of the people on the world, who are well-to-do.
If you read this you are three times blessed because:
1. somebody just thought of you.
2 . you don't belong to the 200 million people that cannot read.
3 . and... you have a computer!
As somebody once said: "- work as if you don't need money, - love as if you've never been hurt, - dance, as if nobody can see you, - sing, as if no one can hear, - live, as if the Earth was a heaven."
Saturday, December 04, 2004
3 days of camp, 946578 bags of luggage.
packing the night before wasn't very successful.
would look for a bag, roll it to my room, sit in front of the computer and chat for a while..
go to the living room, look for the packing list, and come back to the computer for more wasting time.
go to the cupboard to look for clothes,
go to the washing area to look for clothes,
and go to the ironing bag, and you guessed it, look for clothes.
it took me forver to pack because i was getting super distracted by everything.
ended up on the phone with ranon wasting time.
and mentioning that i had half an empty compartment.
so ended up with half a bag filled with newspaper and other miscellaneous logistics that they needed for the telematch like water guns and baking trays.
and then i forgot to leave space for my sleeping bag and shoebag.
so in the end had a huge bag of stuff and two more bags attached to it.
so much for a 3 day camp.
and the first day was actually pretty fun.
thought i'd be quite free being the tribe head, and not having to take charge of a clan of my own, but had to take over leila and yu qing's clan since ranon decided to drop leila, and yu qing wasn't allowed to come.
so suddenly i was in charge of kids.
and i was super apprehensive since i thought that i would have to handle a whole clan alone, and still be tribe head.
and then i called leila who said that she would turn up. but then called me in the morning saying that she had a sore eye and couldn't make it.
and then yuqing somehow turned up so he and i became partners.
he's super nice, actually.
and game for all the nonsense i came up with.
sarah was giving out tags and since he wasn't a registered facilitator he didn't have one.
so i gave him mine. with my name and "head facilitator, tribe head" written on it.
so then we came up with some plan that we should switch names.
which was hilarious.
since people were calling him anjali and he would be stoning until he realized that they were calling him.
and wacko was uber confusing since a lot of times i ended up calling yuqing and then realized that i was actually calling myself.
then switched my name to leila tan yuqing after that.
and he happily wrote "uncle anjie and aunty qing's" on my handbook.
but he was fun to clown around with. and i made him play all the games because our group had an odd number.
and he'd help me carry stuff and during mealtimes he'll just serve me everything before i can pick up the spoon to serve myself.
the group itself was quite fun. they were actually quite quiet. but most people would be. and our group only had one guy. who obiously felt super left out, so i kind of forced yuqing on him, which was kind of mean since the guy seemed to have a crush on yuqing and he felt really awkward.
but it was so much better beind a facilitator than a participant since i could choose whether i wanted to play or not and just make yuqing play if the game was compulsory.
day 1 was just the getting to know them day. so it was just spent doing stuff. and it passed really quickly. and mr kan kicked yuqing out of the camp so i ended up doing reflections alone with the kids, and brought them to the netball court to look at the stars and talk. had to come up with some way to tell them that yuqing wouldn't be coming back.
slept in the spex gal with the rest of the facs. anan didn't bring a sleeping bag, and he looked so pitiful lying on the concrete floor so i gave him mine and vid and i shared hers.
the night was cold *and* we slept under the fan, without a blanket, wearing shorts.
so that was 4 hours of freezing and maybe 2 hours of sleep snuck in.
had to be careful not to kick vid off the steps while we were sleeping..
but actually, it wouldnt be so bad since she would have just landed on pravin who was sleeping below us.
Day 3.
who murdered mr robertson?
day 3 was the proper day where we got to use the things we bought to create games for the underpriveleged kids.
but thanks to sss dominic things screwed up again.
had fun ganging up with anan to bully vid.
and yong huay came over cause she was busking with karl later.
and spent the time stoning around.
since only 6 kids turned up
thanks to sss dominic.
so the camp kind of ended. and spent some time stoning in the ops room.
and had to empty out yus' stuff from our locker acuse they were cleaning them out. and she was in india.
so went home with two extra plastic bags and a pot.
amrita had to help me carry all of them to the car.
got home.
watched kurt nilsen win world idol and fell asleep.
and woke up this morning at 10am.
stoned till now.
who murdered mr robertson? day 3 was the proper day where we got to use the things we bought to create games for the underpriveleged kids.
but thanks to sss dominic things screwed up again.
had fun ganging up with anan to bully vid.
and yong huay came over cause she was busking with karl later.
and spent the time stoning around.
since only 6 kids turned up
thanks to sss dominic.
so the camp kind of ended. and spent some time stoning in the ops room.
and had to empty out yus' stuff from our locker acuse they were cleaning them out. and she was in india.
so went home with two extra plastic bags and a pot.
amrita had to help me carry all of them to the car.
got home.
watched kurt nilsen win world idol and fell asleep.
and woke up this morning at 10am.
stoned till now.
Day 2
ernie and his rubber ducky.
anan reminds me of ernie. of some weirdo reason.
and when we were playing this or that we just kept coming up with the same answers.
same preferences.
but he super owes me for giving him my sleeping bag and freezing my butt of for the night.
hmph. boys. rather sleep on the concrete floor than share a sleeping bag with another guy.
day 2 started with pt.
which was super funny.
all the girl participants were drooling over joseph.
which was hilarious.
and then we had to play inter tribe captain's ball.
and we had to cheer like crazy.
irritating having to keep trying to keep everyone's spirits up.
and had to lead all the cheers.
ended up with a real bad voice.
and then it was the community service where we had to deliver rice to poor people.
so i had to take 2 participants to this woman's house.
and deliver 10kg of rice to her.
which i had to carry, since i felt weird asking the kids to do it.
and also because they might just topple over because of the weight.
the sss dominic guy screwed everything up.
twice.
eurgh.
he gives me the creeps.
really have to give it up to ranon and the organizing committee.
having to manage everything.
they have a whole lot of patience.
all i had to do is take care of war games later that night with cindy and totally screwed things up.
back to the delivering rice thing.
went to this house with this woman. who was real nice.
and she had this kid. who was one and a half
and one of the participants was playing with her. and she kept looking at me.
so the participant put her on my lap.
and she peed on me.
oh well.
and the kid was trying so hard to tell me something.
and she kept talking in tamil and gesturing.
and i no idea what she was saying.
so then we had to go around knocking on people's doors asking if they wanted rice.
and went back to rj after that.
and had lunch and then played wargames when the sun set.
cindy and i had to brief them.
kept having to ask them whether they were lost, cause they kept giving me these confused expressions.
but i guess somehow people understood how the game was supposed to be played.
and cindy and i were temporary "gods" cause we had to go around saving people.
in the end we had to run around and solve disputes.
quite irritating actually, but i had fun.
3L people were arguing among themselves.
quite childish actually.
this was a game for the kids.
and they were playing fine.
and here we were arguing among ourselves.
and coming to me and cindy to complain.
bleah.
for some reason, we were talking about grandparents and i told pravin that i called my grandmother ammama.
and then had to go look for the keys for my tribe's boys' room.
ended up in the canteen looking for pravin and anan.
and the stupid ruggers laughed at me cause i was blur.
me: *shouts from far away* eh! do you have the key?
pravin: *eating with the other ruggers at the table* what?
me: *goes closer* the key?
zach: take it from my bag.
me: *stares at the kazillion bags of ruggers on the canteen table* which bag?
zach: *points* that bag?
me: this bag?
pravin: ammama! the black bag la!
me: which?
anan: AMMAMA. that bag.
other rugger: *bangs down zach's bag* THIS bag. the one that says ZACHARY.
me: ohh.
hmph. not my fault that i didn't see the bag. was looking at the wrong table anyway.
and then, me and sarah walked into the girls' bunks in the middle of the night.
and they were playing truth or dare and talking about yuqing.
girl #1: adidas is cute..
girl #2: yeah.. he is..but what's his name?
girl #3: *looks at me* eh.. what's adidas' real name?
me: huh? who's adidas?
girl #4: your partner.
me: ohh. yuqing.
girl #5: oh. apparently he has a girlfriend in rj.
sarah: *exchange looks*
girl #6: are *you* his girlfriend?
me: ugh. no...
girl #7: *to sarah* are *YOU* his girlfriend?
sarah: um..yeah.
and then they kept interrogating sarah about him. and them. and their relationship.
kind of weird actually.
and they seem so much younger.. even though they're only like at the most, 3 years.
kept asking us weird stuff like what french kisses are, and what our first kisses were like. and what our boyfriends were like.
well they asked sarah first. then she wanted to avoid the question so they told them to ask me. and i just plainly stated that i didn't want to talk about it. most of them were non existent so it wasn't really much use anyway.
fell asleep in the girls' bunks cause was too lazy to go down to the spex gal.
woke up really early the next day and fell asleep next to vid.
who woke up later and saw me sleeping next to her.
and i told her that i was there the whole night.
and she believed me for a while.
ernie and his rubber ducky.
anan reminds me of ernie. of some weirdo reason.
and when we were playing this or that we just kept coming up with the same answers.
same preferences.
but he super owes me for giving him my sleeping bag and freezing my butt of for the night.
hmph. boys. rather sleep on the concrete floor than share a sleeping bag with another guy.
day 2 started with pt.
which was super funny.
all the girl participants were drooling over joseph.
which was hilarious.
and then we had to play inter tribe captain's ball.
and we had to cheer like crazy.
irritating having to keep trying to keep everyone's spirits up.
and had to lead all the cheers.
ended up with a real bad voice.
and then it was the community service where we had to deliver rice to poor people.
so i had to take 2 participants to this woman's house.
and deliver 10kg of rice to her.
which i had to carry, since i felt weird asking the kids to do it.
and also because they might just topple over because of the weight.
the sss dominic guy screwed everything up.
twice.
eurgh.
he gives me the creeps.
really have to give it up to ranon and the organizing committee.
having to manage everything.
they have a whole lot of patience.
all i had to do is take care of war games later that night with cindy and totally screwed things up.
back to the delivering rice thing.
went to this house with this woman. who was real nice.
and she had this kid. who was one and a half
and one of the participants was playing with her. and she kept looking at me.
so the participant put her on my lap.
and she peed on me.
oh well.
and the kid was trying so hard to tell me something.
and she kept talking in tamil and gesturing.
and i no idea what she was saying.
so then we had to go around knocking on people's doors asking if they wanted rice.
and went back to rj after that.
and had lunch and then played wargames when the sun set.
cindy and i had to brief them.
kept having to ask them whether they were lost, cause they kept giving me these confused expressions.
but i guess somehow people understood how the game was supposed to be played.
and cindy and i were temporary "gods" cause we had to go around saving people.
in the end we had to run around and solve disputes.
quite irritating actually, but i had fun.
3L people were arguing among themselves.
quite childish actually.
this was a game for the kids.
and they were playing fine.
and here we were arguing among ourselves.
and coming to me and cindy to complain.
bleah.
for some reason, we were talking about grandparents and i told pravin that i called my grandmother ammama.
and then had to go look for the keys for my tribe's boys' room.
ended up in the canteen looking for pravin and anan.
and the stupid ruggers laughed at me cause i was blur.
me: *shouts from far away* eh! do you have the key?
pravin: *eating with the other ruggers at the table* what?
me: *goes closer* the key?
zach: take it from my bag.
me: *stares at the kazillion bags of ruggers on the canteen table* which bag?
zach: *points* that bag?
me: this bag?
pravin: ammama! the black bag la!
me: which?
anan: AMMAMA. that bag.
other rugger: *bangs down zach's bag* THIS bag. the one that says ZACHARY.
me: ohh.
hmph. not my fault that i didn't see the bag. was looking at the wrong table anyway.
and then, me and sarah walked into the girls' bunks in the middle of the night.
and they were playing truth or dare and talking about yuqing.
girl #1: adidas is cute..
girl #2: yeah.. he is..but what's his name?
girl #3: *looks at me* eh.. what's adidas' real name?
me: huh? who's adidas?
girl #4: your partner.
me: ohh. yuqing.
girl #5: oh. apparently he has a girlfriend in rj.
sarah: *exchange looks*
girl #6: are *you* his girlfriend?
me: ugh. no...
girl #7: *to sarah* are *YOU* his girlfriend?
sarah: um..yeah.
and then they kept interrogating sarah about him. and them. and their relationship.
kind of weird actually.
and they seem so much younger.. even though they're only like at the most, 3 years.
kept asking us weird stuff like what french kisses are, and what our first kisses were like. and what our boyfriends were like.
well they asked sarah first. then she wanted to avoid the question so they told them to ask me. and i just plainly stated that i didn't want to talk about it. most of them were non existent so it wasn't really much use anyway.
fell asleep in the girls' bunks cause was too lazy to go down to the spex gal.
woke up really early the next day and fell asleep next to vid.
who woke up later and saw me sleeping next to her.
and i told her that i was there the whole night.
and she believed me for a while.
Day 1.
3 days of camp, 946578 bags of luggage.
packing the night before wasn't very successful.
would look for a bag, roll it to my room, sit in front of the computer and chat for a while..
go to the living room, look for the packing list, and come back to the computer for more wasting time.
go to the cupboard to look for clothes,
go to the washing area to look for clothes,
and go to the ironing bag, and you guessed it, look for clothes.
it took me forver to pack because i was getting super distracted by everything.
ended up on the phone with ranon wasting time.
and mentioning that i had half an empty compartment.
so ended up with half a bag filled with newspaper and other miscellaneous logistics that they needed for the telematch like water guns and baking trays.
and then i forgot to leave space for my sleeping bag and shoebag.
so in the end had a huge bag of stuff and two more bags attached to it.
so much for a 3 day camp.
and the first day was actually pretty fun.
thought i'd be quite free being the tribe head, and not having to take charge of a clan of my own, but had to take over leila and yu qing's clan since ranon decided to drop leila, and yu qing wasn't allowed to come.
so suddenly i was in charge of kids.
and i was super apprehensive since i thought that i would have to handle a whole clan alone, and still be tribe head.
and then i called leila who said that she would turn up. but then called me in the morning saying that she had a sore eye and couldn't make it.
and then yuqing somehow turned up so he and i became partners.
he's super nice, actually.
and game for all the nonsense i came up with.
sarah was giving out tags and since he wasn't a registered facilitator he didn't have one.
so i gave him mine. with my name and "head facilitator, tribe head" written on it.
so then we came up with some plan that we should switch names.
which was hilarious.
since people were calling him anjali and he would be stoning until he realized that they were calling him.
and wacko was uber confusing since a lot of times i ended up calling yuqing and then realized that i was actually calling myself.
then switched my name to leila tan yuqing after that.
and he happily wrote "uncle anjie and aunty qing's" on my handbook.
but he was fun to clown around with. and i made him play all the games because our group had an odd number.
and he'd help me carry stuff and during mealtimes he'll just serve me everything before i can pick up the spoon to serve myself.
the group itself was quite fun. they were actually quite quiet. but most people would be. and our group only had one guy. who obiously felt super left out, so i kind of forced yuqing on him, which was kind of mean since the guy seemed to have a crush on yuqing and he felt really awkward.
but it was so much better beind a facilitator than a participant since i could choose whether i wanted to play or not and just make yuqing play if the game was compulsory.
day 1 was just the getting to know them day. so it was just spent doing stuff. and it passed really quickly. and mr kan kicked yuqing out of the camp so i ended up doing reflections alone with the kids, and brought them to the netball court to look at the stars and talk. had to come up with some way to tell them that yuqing wouldn't be coming back.
slept in the spex gal with the rest of the facs. anan didn't bring a sleeping bag, and he looked so pitiful lying on the concrete floor so i gave him mine and vid and i shared hers.
the night was cold *and* we slept under the fan, without a blanket, wearing shorts.
so that was 4 hours of freezing and maybe 2 hours of sleep snuck in.
had to be careful not to kick vid off the steps while we were sleeping..
but actually, it wouldnt be so bad since she would have just landed on pravin who was sleeping below us.
3 days of camp, 946578 bags of luggage.
packing the night before wasn't very successful.
would look for a bag, roll it to my room, sit in front of the computer and chat for a while..
go to the living room, look for the packing list, and come back to the computer for more wasting time.
go to the cupboard to look for clothes,
go to the washing area to look for clothes,
and go to the ironing bag, and you guessed it, look for clothes.
it took me forver to pack because i was getting super distracted by everything.
ended up on the phone with ranon wasting time.
and mentioning that i had half an empty compartment.
so ended up with half a bag filled with newspaper and other miscellaneous logistics that they needed for the telematch like water guns and baking trays.
and then i forgot to leave space for my sleeping bag and shoebag.
so in the end had a huge bag of stuff and two more bags attached to it.
so much for a 3 day camp.
and the first day was actually pretty fun.
thought i'd be quite free being the tribe head, and not having to take charge of a clan of my own, but had to take over leila and yu qing's clan since ranon decided to drop leila, and yu qing wasn't allowed to come.
so suddenly i was in charge of kids.
and i was super apprehensive since i thought that i would have to handle a whole clan alone, and still be tribe head.
and then i called leila who said that she would turn up. but then called me in the morning saying that she had a sore eye and couldn't make it.
and then yuqing somehow turned up so he and i became partners.
he's super nice, actually.
and game for all the nonsense i came up with.
sarah was giving out tags and since he wasn't a registered facilitator he didn't have one.
so i gave him mine. with my name and "head facilitator, tribe head" written on it.
so then we came up with some plan that we should switch names.
which was hilarious.
since people were calling him anjali and he would be stoning until he realized that they were calling him.
and wacko was uber confusing since a lot of times i ended up calling yuqing and then realized that i was actually calling myself.
then switched my name to leila tan yuqing after that.
and he happily wrote "uncle anjie and aunty qing's" on my handbook.
but he was fun to clown around with. and i made him play all the games because our group had an odd number.
and he'd help me carry stuff and during mealtimes he'll just serve me everything before i can pick up the spoon to serve myself.
the group itself was quite fun. they were actually quite quiet. but most people would be. and our group only had one guy. who obiously felt super left out, so i kind of forced yuqing on him, which was kind of mean since the guy seemed to have a crush on yuqing and he felt really awkward.
but it was so much better beind a facilitator than a participant since i could choose whether i wanted to play or not and just make yuqing play if the game was compulsory.
day 1 was just the getting to know them day. so it was just spent doing stuff. and it passed really quickly. and mr kan kicked yuqing out of the camp so i ended up doing reflections alone with the kids, and brought them to the netball court to look at the stars and talk. had to come up with some way to tell them that yuqing wouldn't be coming back.
slept in the spex gal with the rest of the facs. anan didn't bring a sleeping bag, and he looked so pitiful lying on the concrete floor so i gave him mine and vid and i shared hers.
the night was cold *and* we slept under the fan, without a blanket, wearing shorts.
so that was 4 hours of freezing and maybe 2 hours of sleep snuck in.
had to be careful not to kick vid off the steps while we were sleeping..
but actually, it wouldnt be so bad since she would have just landed on pravin who was sleeping below us.
Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Sunday, November 28, 2004
The walls of the palace were of driving snow, and the windows and doors of cutting winds. There were more than a hundred halls there, according as the snow was driven by the winds. The largest was many miles in extent; all were lighted up by the powerful Aurora Borealis, and all were so large, so empty, so icy cold, and so resplendent! Mirth never reigned there; there was never even a little bear-ball, with the storm for music, while the polar bears went on their hindlegs and showed off their steps. Never a little tea-party of white young lady foxes; vast, cold, and empty were the halls of the Snow Queen. The northern-lights shone with such precision that one could tell exactly when they were at their highest or lowest degree of brightness. In the middle of the empty, endless hall of snow, was a frozen lake; it was cracked in a thousand pieces, but each piece was so like the other, that it seemed the work of a cunning artificer. In the middle of this lake sat the Snow Queen when she was at home; and then she said she was sitting in the Mirror of Understanding, and that this was the only one and the best thing in the world.
someone please tell me why the *entire* cast of snow queen is stick thin..
no flab anywhere. no baby fat. nothing. even the guys. all miranda like.
and *everyone* can dance. they've either auditioned like crazy or practised really hard.
i'm choosing the latter since people like jithra who've sat next to me for a year back in crescent and have never mentioned *anything* about drama are suddenly one of the 7 main characters.
it was a good show. opened up my eyes a lot. like how people could do things i never knew that they could.
like dance.
haha. for lysis, they only made the 6 of us dance.
and man, was that weird.
but i guess there lies the main difference between snow queen and lysis.
snow queen had a lot more dances.
lysis had that "dance" and a whole lot of songs.
so ac drama dances while rj's sings?
i don't know what i'm talking about. it's too late at night.
and the 6 had to sing all the songs.
well alternating between the guys and the girls.
haha. but i liked my role in lysis. was super tired. but i had fun.
and somehow i felt that the people in snowqueen had the same experience.
if only they didn't have to perform to 5 rows of audience.
and i thought jeanne was kidding when she told me that i could have 3 seats to myself.
and acsi has HORRIBLE toilets.
i know that it's a boys' school and all.. so they don't really care..
and i have to confess i still don't really know where the guy toilets are in crescent, even though i had 7942728 hours of dorai's screaming to prep for p6 parents for openhouse.
but still.. it was a staff toilet.. and none of them could flush.
gross.
mel and i seemed horribly happy after the show though.
i guess it was the rush of meeting everyone after the performance and giving them flowers and stuff. their adrenaline probably rubbed off to us, cause after the ushers chased us out we decided to try and find out way.. so we walked out.. heading for the mrt station.
and we were walking in the wrong direction.. further and further away from buona vista.
but we were nice and light and happy for some reason, so we kept walking knowing that after a while, we'll just end up somewhere.
and then we gave up and decided to go to a bustop and take a bus somewhere.
and we saw these 2 guys and thought of asking them for directions.. until we overheard that they were just as confused as us.
so we just walked along the road with my hand permanently stuck out to hail a taxi.
with turned up from behind after like 20 seconds.
and the uncle was like, "wah, girl.. you flag taxi, don't need to look ah?"
he was either complimenting my hailing skills or telling me that i should probably face a taxi that i want to hail.
and zheng is just going to scream at me if he finds out that i ditched the night show with him to go catch the matinee with mel.
mel makes better company. play-wise. she doesn't disturb me every 6 seconds with.. "eh..what's going on?.. eh.. why is it like that?.. eh.."
and the matinee tickets were $5 cheaper.
oh well.
if he asks i'll just say that i prefer going out to watch plays with girls.
3 hours till i go swimming with shan.
that pea stood me up again.
it's destined that we can never meet on a sunday.
think it's time i go sleep.
no flab anywhere. no baby fat. nothing. even the guys. all miranda like.
and *everyone* can dance. they've either auditioned like crazy or practised really hard.
i'm choosing the latter since people like jithra who've sat next to me for a year back in crescent and have never mentioned *anything* about drama are suddenly one of the 7 main characters.
it was a good show. opened up my eyes a lot. like how people could do things i never knew that they could.
like dance.
haha. for lysis, they only made the 6 of us dance.
and man, was that weird.
but i guess there lies the main difference between snow queen and lysis.
snow queen had a lot more dances.
lysis had that "dance" and a whole lot of songs.
so ac drama dances while rj's sings?
i don't know what i'm talking about. it's too late at night.
and the 6 had to sing all the songs.
well alternating between the guys and the girls.
haha. but i liked my role in lysis. was super tired. but i had fun.
and somehow i felt that the people in snowqueen had the same experience.
if only they didn't have to perform to 5 rows of audience.
and i thought jeanne was kidding when she told me that i could have 3 seats to myself.
and acsi has HORRIBLE toilets.
i know that it's a boys' school and all.. so they don't really care..
and i have to confess i still don't really know where the guy toilets are in crescent, even though i had 7942728 hours of dorai's screaming to prep for p6 parents for openhouse.
but still.. it was a staff toilet.. and none of them could flush.
gross.
mel and i seemed horribly happy after the show though.
i guess it was the rush of meeting everyone after the performance and giving them flowers and stuff. their adrenaline probably rubbed off to us, cause after the ushers chased us out we decided to try and find out way.. so we walked out.. heading for the mrt station.
and we were walking in the wrong direction.. further and further away from buona vista.
but we were nice and light and happy for some reason, so we kept walking knowing that after a while, we'll just end up somewhere.
and then we gave up and decided to go to a bustop and take a bus somewhere.
and we saw these 2 guys and thought of asking them for directions.. until we overheard that they were just as confused as us.
so we just walked along the road with my hand permanently stuck out to hail a taxi.
with turned up from behind after like 20 seconds.
and the uncle was like, "wah, girl.. you flag taxi, don't need to look ah?"
he was either complimenting my hailing skills or telling me that i should probably face a taxi that i want to hail.
and zheng is just going to scream at me if he finds out that i ditched the night show with him to go catch the matinee with mel.
mel makes better company. play-wise. she doesn't disturb me every 6 seconds with.. "eh..what's going on?.. eh.. why is it like that?.. eh.."
and the matinee tickets were $5 cheaper.
oh well.
if he asks i'll just say that i prefer going out to watch plays with girls.
3 hours till i go swimming with shan.
that pea stood me up again.
it's destined that we can never meet on a sunday.
think it's time i go sleep.
Saturday, November 27, 2004
| You Are the Stuffing |
You're complicated and complex, yet all your pieces fit together.People miss you if you're gone - but they're not sure why. |
What Part of Thanksgiving Are You?
new layout. don't have to double space anymore.
watched snow queen today. quite good. knew a few of them there, so that was nice seeing them there. all girly.. in dresses..
well cloaks. but they were flowy.
ac boys are cute. but horribly superficial.
oh well. win some, lose some.
the drama boys were fun to watch. like monkeys. they behaved like them too. but is that the way all boys behave?
watched snow queen today. quite good. knew a few of them there, so that was nice seeing them there. all girly.. in dresses..
well cloaks. but they were flowy.
ac boys are cute. but horribly superficial.
oh well. win some, lose some.
the drama boys were fun to watch. like monkeys. they behaved like them too. but is that the way all boys behave?
Friday, November 26, 2004
youth for youth camp briefing today.
horribly amusing.
admin people have called themselves "gods".
and there are 3 clans of students in each tribe. with 2 tribes.
and i'm the tribe head. and they've given me the name of jazul.
or jazoooooooool. amrita came up with the names and keeps staring at me for maligning them.
so it's the same as the orientation thing with jazul and carvis instead of levanox and kasegon.
at least i won't have to be a clan leader a la ogl and take care of the whiny kids.
kind of sad that i don't have a partner though. maybe i can go disturb cindy since she's carvis.
all in all, the camp sounds fun. so i gues i'll be looking forward to it.
and today's trying out of games was a hoot. the girls scream all the time. and we cheat like crazy.
but for some horrible reason, all the boys are *way* better.
hmph.
horribly amusing.
admin people have called themselves "gods".
and there are 3 clans of students in each tribe. with 2 tribes.
and i'm the tribe head. and they've given me the name of jazul.
or jazoooooooool. amrita came up with the names and keeps staring at me for maligning them.
so it's the same as the orientation thing with jazul and carvis instead of levanox and kasegon.
at least i won't have to be a clan leader a la ogl and take care of the whiny kids.
kind of sad that i don't have a partner though. maybe i can go disturb cindy since she's carvis.
all in all, the camp sounds fun. so i gues i'll be looking forward to it.
and today's trying out of games was a hoot. the girls scream all the time. and we cheat like crazy.
but for some horrible reason, all the boys are *way* better.
hmph.
i refuse to pay $16 for a haircut.
which why i landed up in the student section of kimage with pea.
and am now stuck with a new hairstyle.
it isn't too bad.
the volume's a change from the usual straight cut.
and according to pea it makes me look more mature.
which led to her being certain that i could walk into 7 eleven and buy her booze.
it's really wavy at the bottom. and it's BIG.
with all the super layering the guy did.
on a *real* good day, it looks like jennifer love hewitt's bohemian hair in barenaked.
on a bad day it looks like florence lian's poodle haircut.
and on a better day it looks like "stripper hair"
i chose to take that comment as a compliment.
oh my dull lifeless locks. where have you gone?
which why i landed up in the student section of kimage with pea.
and am now stuck with a new hairstyle.
it isn't too bad.
the volume's a change from the usual straight cut.
and according to pea it makes me look more mature.
which led to her being certain that i could walk into 7 eleven and buy her booze.
it's really wavy at the bottom. and it's BIG.
with all the super layering the guy did.
on a *real* good day, it looks like jennifer love hewitt's bohemian hair in barenaked.
on a bad day it looks like florence lian's poodle haircut.
and on a better day it looks like "stripper hair"
i chose to take that comment as a compliment.
oh my dull lifeless locks. where have you gone?
*while we were going up the escalator..*
pea: you were looking at the ac guy!
me: hmm..?
pea: YOU WERE LOOKING AT THE AC GUY.. don't lie.
me: haha. ya. i was. so what?
pea: not bad la.
me: ya. us. single chicks. might as well look before we get caught right?
and then we saw this other guy that i just *glanced* at. and she picked it up.
after knowing me for 3 years, pea seems to read every body movement of mine with the greatest accuracy.
haha.
she's fun to hang around.
if she only woke up before 6pm in the evening. ;)
pea: you were looking at the ac guy!
me: hmm..?
pea: YOU WERE LOOKING AT THE AC GUY.. don't lie.
me: haha. ya. i was. so what?
pea: not bad la.
me: ya. us. single chicks. might as well look before we get caught right?
and then we saw this other guy that i just *glanced* at. and she picked it up.
after knowing me for 3 years, pea seems to read every body movement of mine with the greatest accuracy.
haha.
she's fun to hang around.
if she only woke up before 6pm in the evening. ;)
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
went to visit mrs hariram today with anusha.
kind of stupid for me to go back after 4 years and expect everything to be the same.
like how i was at the bustop waiting for a frizzy haired bespectacled anusha with her head buried in a book...
and found a tall lanky babe with rebonded hair, contact lenses.. and her head buried in a book.
we're the same height now. well, me in my new white marie claire slippers and her in her heels.
4 years don't really change the way we talk to each other. and the way we hang out. and the stupid things we manage to talk about. like the froth of pee that she had to "manouver" through it during obs.
that totally made me forget about the rest of my breakfast.
and then shopping for mrs h's present.
and then going to her house and just slacking around. like we always used to do. but like the way we go there is different now with nel. so much more convenient.
but inside, the house still looks the same. her kids are *much* older and taller. but she's kind of like the same. usual slacking around. she doesn't mind that i treat it like my own. either that or she was just keeping quiet as i was lying down on her sofa watching tv.
so anusha and i were just walking around trying to find a place to eat lunch. that stick thin woman is going on atkins. i totally cannot comprehend why.
and then we went to mustafa. and just took the glass elevator up and down. and she was scared. hahah.
that didn't stop me from like going up and down and up again.
and then it was pouring. and for some weird reason, we both trudged through the flooded road, getting our new shoes wet, and cracking each other up.
and i don't even remember why i was laughing so much. and i was making her hair get stuck in the $3.50 umbrella we bought. and then the light will turn green and i'll like start walking first and leave her in the rain.
now i know how irate boyfriends feel while waiting for their girlfriends to slowly walk with them in their high heels.
but it was fun.
just weird to feel how things have changed.
and scary in a way.
4 years and no difference. i'm the same kid. just that i'm in a different school.
kind of stupid for me to go back after 4 years and expect everything to be the same.
like how i was at the bustop waiting for a frizzy haired bespectacled anusha with her head buried in a book...
and found a tall lanky babe with rebonded hair, contact lenses.. and her head buried in a book.
we're the same height now. well, me in my new white marie claire slippers and her in her heels.
4 years don't really change the way we talk to each other. and the way we hang out. and the stupid things we manage to talk about. like the froth of pee that she had to "manouver" through it during obs.
that totally made me forget about the rest of my breakfast.
and then shopping for mrs h's present.
and then going to her house and just slacking around. like we always used to do. but like the way we go there is different now with nel. so much more convenient.
but inside, the house still looks the same. her kids are *much* older and taller. but she's kind of like the same. usual slacking around. she doesn't mind that i treat it like my own. either that or she was just keeping quiet as i was lying down on her sofa watching tv.
so anusha and i were just walking around trying to find a place to eat lunch. that stick thin woman is going on atkins. i totally cannot comprehend why.
and then we went to mustafa. and just took the glass elevator up and down. and she was scared. hahah.
that didn't stop me from like going up and down and up again.
and then it was pouring. and for some weird reason, we both trudged through the flooded road, getting our new shoes wet, and cracking each other up.
and i don't even remember why i was laughing so much. and i was making her hair get stuck in the $3.50 umbrella we bought. and then the light will turn green and i'll like start walking first and leave her in the rain.
now i know how irate boyfriends feel while waiting for their girlfriends to slowly walk with them in their high heels.
but it was fun.
just weird to feel how things have changed.
and scary in a way.
4 years and no difference. i'm the same kid. just that i'm in a different school.
Monday, November 22, 2004
i now have 24 hour crushes.
2 days ago, it was jay sean.
it's super hard to find an *indian* guy that looks passable. and throw in the fact that he's an international singer. he just might be worth it. and he quit medical school to pursue rapping.
lots of medical students are leaving to join show business. like the guy who played jim carrey's character in dumb and dumberer. and ben jelen. and jay sean..
and yesterday it was wade robson.
i know he might not exactly be totally eye candy, especially with the captain peroxide hair..
but when he dances.. man, he knows what he's doing. he chereographed britney spears' entire tour dance sequence when he was only 16.
and he's 22 now and has reached like superstardom in the dance world.
he even has his own show on tv...
today it was brad pitt. well, it was brad pitt mainly because i was jealous of jennifer aniston and her perfect life.
ah. living the young, bored life. let's see where tomorrow will take me.
2 days ago, it was jay sean.
it's super hard to find an *indian* guy that looks passable. and throw in the fact that he's an international singer. he just might be worth it. and he quit medical school to pursue rapping.
lots of medical students are leaving to join show business. like the guy who played jim carrey's character in dumb and dumberer. and ben jelen. and jay sean..
and yesterday it was wade robson.
i know he might not exactly be totally eye candy, especially with the captain peroxide hair..
but when he dances.. man, he knows what he's doing. he chereographed britney spears' entire tour dance sequence when he was only 16.
and he's 22 now and has reached like superstardom in the dance world.
he even has his own show on tv...
today it was brad pitt. well, it was brad pitt mainly because i was jealous of jennifer aniston and her perfect life.
ah. living the young, bored life. let's see where tomorrow will take me.
Sunday, November 21, 2004
every girl wants her fairytale.
be it rapunzel's or aniston's.
after being called "a good first wife" and then voted the most likely to marry rich and young.
and the most likely to be a tai tai at the first class party at jo's house.
and then the one most likely to bully her husband at the next..
of course there's still the title of ms charisma 2003.
but in comparison with all the rest..oh well.
i've got the attention span of a chimp.
maybe a whole personality switch would help me out
went to bed last night at 3am. after messaging pea that we'll probably have to go out later or at least do something less strenuous at the gym. then i messaged shan. to wake me up if she doesn't see me at the pool at 7.
pea replied at 4am.
saying that she wanted to sleep in, it being sunday and all.
still had to wake up in 3 hours to go swimming with shan anyway.
not too bad, since you don't really need to be fully awake to swim. and the icy early morning water keeps you up.
and i finally did one breadth in one breath. twice.
used to do that all the time as a kid, but somehow after the accident and all, haven't been going swimming and all. and kind of lost the whole deep breath thing.
i'm rambling. oh well, you're the one who's reading.
anyway, swimming today. and i was staring at the way the light bounced off the mosaic tiles on the pool floor, and i was so mesmerized by it i forgot to go up to breathe.
not very smart. especially when you suddenly realize that you no longer have any air.
decided to do lots of breadths instead of lengths, cause there's less work you do with the gliding and all.
but then these awful kids came in and started splashing around.
hmph. the reason people come out swimming at 7am in the morning is because we want the peace and quiet of early morning, and don't need the shouts of useless girls splashing about.
swam up to shan and complained. she laughed. she has a point that i was probably like that as a kid..
but still.. i don't want to be around noisy kids anymore.
maybe it's the whole selfish thing about how i can make as much noise as i want. but i don't want to listen to yours.
got out of the pool later. then dance. but i was too lazy to go, so i was persuading shan to go tomorrow instead. and besides, i didn't know what time pea would be showing up..
went to clementi with mom to get groceries and toothpaste and stuff for the week. and got myself a nice pair of white marie claires. well, my mom got it for me. same deal.
and went home, had lunch, watched a knight's tale on axn and messaged pea again.
she finally messaged back. at 6.30pm. after just waking up.
12 hours after i did.
haha.
quite amusing actually. anyway, i didn't really feel like going out anyway. so i just wasted time at home watching useless shows like singapore shakes and style star.
where jennifer aniston was the main feature, and that made me super jealous about how she had brad pitt.
ra article is way overdue. hongyan's going to kill me soon.
went shopping with mel on friday.
i know it's fake and materialistic trying on all the expensive clothes and then looking at a thinner version of myself in the mirror..
but man, it feels so good.
and only mel and i can walk into a changing room with 34295y252 hangers and clothes.. and wear track pants and do pushups right in the corridor of the fitting room to see if the tracks are comfortable enough..
and then there was the whole bra debate.
*my blog, my bloggage. you don't have to read this if you don't want to*
mel: you should wear a push up bra.
me: why? aren't they like pushed up enough already?
mel: but they make your torso look longer..
me: really??
i've realized that lots of girls in the class are cs.
but it hardly matters to me since all i wear are sports bras. and strappy ones with those kind of shirts.
but i like hanging out with mel. we do weird things. like hunt for obscure places like the aroma beauty parlour at 164a serangoon road to get our eyebrows done.
supposed to get the hair done at kimage, but they're totally booked. maybe i shall drag pea along tomorrow.
well it's today now.
be it rapunzel's or aniston's.
after being called "a good first wife" and then voted the most likely to marry rich and young.
and the most likely to be a tai tai at the first class party at jo's house.
and then the one most likely to bully her husband at the next..
of course there's still the title of ms charisma 2003.
but in comparison with all the rest..oh well.
i've got the attention span of a chimp.
maybe a whole personality switch would help me out
went to bed last night at 3am. after messaging pea that we'll probably have to go out later or at least do something less strenuous at the gym. then i messaged shan. to wake me up if she doesn't see me at the pool at 7.
pea replied at 4am.
saying that she wanted to sleep in, it being sunday and all.
still had to wake up in 3 hours to go swimming with shan anyway.
not too bad, since you don't really need to be fully awake to swim. and the icy early morning water keeps you up.
and i finally did one breadth in one breath. twice.
used to do that all the time as a kid, but somehow after the accident and all, haven't been going swimming and all. and kind of lost the whole deep breath thing.
i'm rambling. oh well, you're the one who's reading.
anyway, swimming today. and i was staring at the way the light bounced off the mosaic tiles on the pool floor, and i was so mesmerized by it i forgot to go up to breathe.
not very smart. especially when you suddenly realize that you no longer have any air.
decided to do lots of breadths instead of lengths, cause there's less work you do with the gliding and all.
but then these awful kids came in and started splashing around.
hmph. the reason people come out swimming at 7am in the morning is because we want the peace and quiet of early morning, and don't need the shouts of useless girls splashing about.
swam up to shan and complained. she laughed. she has a point that i was probably like that as a kid..
but still.. i don't want to be around noisy kids anymore.
maybe it's the whole selfish thing about how i can make as much noise as i want. but i don't want to listen to yours.
got out of the pool later. then dance. but i was too lazy to go, so i was persuading shan to go tomorrow instead. and besides, i didn't know what time pea would be showing up..
went to clementi with mom to get groceries and toothpaste and stuff for the week. and got myself a nice pair of white marie claires. well, my mom got it for me. same deal.
and went home, had lunch, watched a knight's tale on axn and messaged pea again.
she finally messaged back. at 6.30pm. after just waking up.
12 hours after i did.
haha.
quite amusing actually. anyway, i didn't really feel like going out anyway. so i just wasted time at home watching useless shows like singapore shakes and style star.
where jennifer aniston was the main feature, and that made me super jealous about how she had brad pitt.
ra article is way overdue. hongyan's going to kill me soon.
went shopping with mel on friday.
i know it's fake and materialistic trying on all the expensive clothes and then looking at a thinner version of myself in the mirror..
but man, it feels so good.
and only mel and i can walk into a changing room with 34295y252 hangers and clothes.. and wear track pants and do pushups right in the corridor of the fitting room to see if the tracks are comfortable enough..
and then there was the whole bra debate.
*my blog, my bloggage. you don't have to read this if you don't want to*
mel: you should wear a push up bra.
me: why? aren't they like pushed up enough already?
mel: but they make your torso look longer..
me: really??
i've realized that lots of girls in the class are cs.
but it hardly matters to me since all i wear are sports bras. and strappy ones with those kind of shirts.
but i like hanging out with mel. we do weird things. like hunt for obscure places like the aroma beauty parlour at 164a serangoon road to get our eyebrows done.
supposed to get the hair done at kimage, but they're totally booked. maybe i shall drag pea along tomorrow.
well it's today now.
Saturday, November 20, 2004
went shopping with yus today.
yesterday.
got a new school bag.
kind of pretty too.
looks crumpler but not crumpler cause *everyone* has a crumpler bag.
that girl is my lucky charm.
get really nice things when i go shopping with her.
and we both really tried hard to meet up cause she's going to india to build a house or teach english or some charity thing for 25 days without running water, burger king or an atm machine.
and i'm going to miss her terribly.
but i'm going to send her off on sunday.
and then there's aaron's wedding.
argh.
why is everyone suddenly getting married.
leaving poor wretches like abs and me without elder sibling take cover from the "you're next" at weddings.
speaking of that. i've got to meet her in jelita in 5 hours to go grocery shopping for today's barbeque.
should get some sleep.
it's almost 5.
yesterday.
got a new school bag.
kind of pretty too.
looks crumpler but not crumpler cause *everyone* has a crumpler bag.
that girl is my lucky charm.
get really nice things when i go shopping with her.
and we both really tried hard to meet up cause she's going to india to build a house or teach english or some charity thing for 25 days without running water, burger king or an atm machine.
and i'm going to miss her terribly.
but i'm going to send her off on sunday.
and then there's aaron's wedding.
argh.
why is everyone suddenly getting married.
leaving poor wretches like abs and me without elder sibling take cover from the "you're next" at weddings.
speaking of that. i've got to meet her in jelita in 5 hours to go grocery shopping for today's barbeque.
should get some sleep.
it's almost 5.
Thursday, November 18, 2004
on the car ride tuesday on the way to the french exam.
mom: oh. your sister said that she got engaged on saturday.
me: .. WHAT?!
wonderful.
which i then msged her saying "congrats. plan on telling me when's the wedding?"
and then she called back.
disgustingly selfish everyone is.
she wants this useless guy.
who is well. useless.
[i probably think so since he's taking her away from me. but as the whiny younger sister i have the right. so shove off.]
people work hard to keep up the reputation.
maybe social standing is not everything.
but it *is* something.
her total disregard for it is fine. if all it did was affect her. but nothing ever just affects her. alone.
and besides that, it's always kuperan's eldest.
kuperan's eldest topped her school for the o levels!
kuperan's eldest got first class honours in lse!
kuperan's eldest is in a high flying job!
yay.
everyone loves kuperan's eldest.
no one even notices kuperan's youngest.
well some useless aunties do.
who come up to me during dinners and go, "i heard your sister's in singapore. did she come for tonight's dinner? can i speak to her?"
and then i stare at them and tell them that she's the person standing right next to me the whole time while they were ignoring her and talking to me.
but then there are the rents.
on the other end of the spectrum.
who've worked all their life climbing up the ladder.
and are totally shocked that their favourite child.. their wonderful eldest daughter whom they used to be so proud of, could spoilt things.
but no. they could never do anything bad to their favourite.
so what do they do?
punish me.
their premise is that they give *us* too much freedom. so *i* get grounded.
for no particular action of mine.
complain all the time. probably my long suffering friends who bear the front of it. which is why i love them so.
and pravin finds it hilarious now that if i go out after school, my parents will freak out and think that i'm going to marry my white boyfriend.
if only vid would slap him and leave me alone.
mom: oh. your sister said that she got engaged on saturday.
me: .. WHAT?!
wonderful.
which i then msged her saying "congrats. plan on telling me when's the wedding?"
and then she called back.
disgustingly selfish everyone is.
she wants this useless guy.
who is well. useless.
[i probably think so since he's taking her away from me. but as the whiny younger sister i have the right. so shove off.]
people work hard to keep up the reputation.
maybe social standing is not everything.
but it *is* something.
her total disregard for it is fine. if all it did was affect her. but nothing ever just affects her. alone.
and besides that, it's always kuperan's eldest.
kuperan's eldest topped her school for the o levels!
kuperan's eldest got first class honours in lse!
kuperan's eldest is in a high flying job!
yay.
everyone loves kuperan's eldest.
no one even notices kuperan's youngest.
well some useless aunties do.
who come up to me during dinners and go, "i heard your sister's in singapore. did she come for tonight's dinner? can i speak to her?"
and then i stare at them and tell them that she's the person standing right next to me the whole time while they were ignoring her and talking to me.
but then there are the rents.
on the other end of the spectrum.
who've worked all their life climbing up the ladder.
and are totally shocked that their favourite child.. their wonderful eldest daughter whom they used to be so proud of, could spoilt things.
but no. they could never do anything bad to their favourite.
so what do they do?
punish me.
their premise is that they give *us* too much freedom. so *i* get grounded.
for no particular action of mine.
complain all the time. probably my long suffering friends who bear the front of it. which is why i love them so.
and pravin finds it hilarious now that if i go out after school, my parents will freak out and think that i'm going to marry my white boyfriend.
if only vid would slap him and leave me alone.
halfway r&r point between jb and kl. 
kl was well.. kl.
ok it was better than expected.
did shopping at this place called 1 utama. which is a shopping mall the size of sentosa.
and watched tv.
and the cousins are growing up. and becoming nicer.
two cousins still refuse to stop calling me shortie.
no matter the millions of times i remind them that i am the *tallest* female cousin they have.
and that if i was 182cm too, i'd be a giant.
and then the youngest two still call me geetha akka.
so do the grandparents.
and my parents too. come to think of it.
well geetha. not geetha akka.
but you can't really blame the kids. since they've never seen me and gee together, they probably can't tell us apart.
you know your family's weird, when this is a normal conversation..
cousin (14 years old): i saw your sister 2 months ago in london..
me: oh. how is she?
cousin: normal.
me: oh.
youngest cousin : geetha akka! geetha akka! come here!
me: ...anjali.
cousin: anjali akka! anjali akka! come here! look!
me: hmm..what?
cousin: starfruit.. yumm... *passes me the plastic starfruit*
me: what the..*notices a chunk of it bitten out* you ate it?! spit it out! SPIT IT OUT!
cousin: yummy..
me: *hyperventilates* SPIT IT OUT!
cousin: starfruit is yummy..
me: SPIT IT OUT..*notices small piece of plastic starfruit on the floor*... pest.
cousin: yummy!
me: eurgh. you. you spoilt the plastic starfruit. come help me look for glue.
cousin: ok.
and it had small bite marks on it. by his tiny teeth.
thong said that i had the attention span of a 5 year old.
he was probably right.
cause while looking for glue, we both got distracted and did something else.
so i just put the starfruit back in the fruitbowl with the bitten part hidden.
stole my parent's wedding photo from their photo albums.
my mom was *super* thin when she was younger.
like kate moss thin.
and my dad could actually smile and show off his teeth.
remarkable.
i'm one of the least photographed grandkids.
they have tons of photos of their own kids first borns. proper photoshoot ones.
and none of the rest.
discrimination towards non first borns like me.
well that's not the only discrimination that i face, but i guess that's too bad.
and then there's the usual family politics.
7 siblings.
2 divorced.
1 disowned.
1 still at the lawyer's office finalizing things.
so it's the duty of mom and her husband, being the oldest still married couple, to try and salvage my youngest uncle's marriage.
so most of their holidays were spent counselling.
hmph. grownups.
and my aunts and uncles think i should either do economics or corporate law or medicine after next year.
but those are like the typical pathways.
told them that i wanted to do mass comm. and they just stared at me. and went on with their conversation.
if they continue with the family thing. i could take over.
but i know nuts about engineering.
but am a shareholder already anyway.
well almost.
mom's a shareholder.
and i have the wonderful job of walking back and forth from the office to my grandparent's house getting signatures on legal documents.
and some people know about gee.
and everyone tries to lock me up in rooms and interrogate.
wish they would just leave me alone.
it's not like i *told* her to do it.
grandparents reaction was way better than i expected..
"oh.. what's his birthdate? must check the horoscope.. what's his full name?..."
and i snorted and then ran away as fast as i could before they could do anything to me.
as if anything will change with the horoscopes.
kl was well.. kl.
ok it was better than expected.
did shopping at this place called 1 utama. which is a shopping mall the size of sentosa.
and watched tv.
and the cousins are growing up. and becoming nicer.
two cousins still refuse to stop calling me shortie.
no matter the millions of times i remind them that i am the *tallest* female cousin they have.
and that if i was 182cm too, i'd be a giant.
and then the youngest two still call me geetha akka.
so do the grandparents.
and my parents too. come to think of it.
well geetha. not geetha akka.
but you can't really blame the kids. since they've never seen me and gee together, they probably can't tell us apart.
you know your family's weird, when this is a normal conversation..
cousin (14 years old): i saw your sister 2 months ago in london..
me: oh. how is she?
cousin: normal.
me: oh.
youngest cousin : geetha akka! geetha akka! come here!
me: ...anjali.
cousin: anjali akka! anjali akka! come here! look!
me: hmm..what?
cousin: starfruit.. yumm... *passes me the plastic starfruit*
me: what the..*notices a chunk of it bitten out* you ate it?! spit it out! SPIT IT OUT!
cousin: yummy..
me: *hyperventilates* SPIT IT OUT!
cousin: starfruit is yummy..
me: SPIT IT OUT..*notices small piece of plastic starfruit on the floor*... pest.
cousin: yummy!
me: eurgh. you. you spoilt the plastic starfruit. come help me look for glue.
cousin: ok.
and it had small bite marks on it. by his tiny teeth.
thong said that i had the attention span of a 5 year old.
he was probably right.
cause while looking for glue, we both got distracted and did something else.
so i just put the starfruit back in the fruitbowl with the bitten part hidden.
stole my parent's wedding photo from their photo albums.
my mom was *super* thin when she was younger.
like kate moss thin.
and my dad could actually smile and show off his teeth.
remarkable.
i'm one of the least photographed grandkids.
they have tons of photos of their own kids first borns. proper photoshoot ones.
and none of the rest.
discrimination towards non first borns like me.
well that's not the only discrimination that i face, but i guess that's too bad.
and then there's the usual family politics.
7 siblings.
2 divorced.
1 disowned.
1 still at the lawyer's office finalizing things.
so it's the duty of mom and her husband, being the oldest still married couple, to try and salvage my youngest uncle's marriage.
so most of their holidays were spent counselling.
hmph. grownups.
and my aunts and uncles think i should either do economics or corporate law or medicine after next year.
but those are like the typical pathways.
told them that i wanted to do mass comm. and they just stared at me. and went on with their conversation.
if they continue with the family thing. i could take over.
but i know nuts about engineering.
but am a shareholder already anyway.
well almost.
mom's a shareholder.
and i have the wonderful job of walking back and forth from the office to my grandparent's house getting signatures on legal documents.
and some people know about gee.
and everyone tries to lock me up in rooms and interrogate.
wish they would just leave me alone.
it's not like i *told* her to do it.
grandparents reaction was way better than i expected..
"oh.. what's his birthdate? must check the horoscope.. what's his full name?..."
and i snorted and then ran away as fast as i could before they could do anything to me.
as if anything will change with the horoscopes.
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
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
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 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, no, no, no
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
Some kind of beautiful
It'll come your way
All your friends think you're satisfied
But they can't see your soul, no, no, no
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
You won't be lost, hurt, tired and lonely
Something beautiful will come your way
stupid idiot didn't include this song on his greatest hits album.
but oooh. is robbie williams hot.
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
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 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, no, no, no
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
Some kind of beautiful
It'll come your way
All your friends think you're satisfied
But they can't see your soul, no, no, no
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
You won't be lost, hurt, tired and lonely
Something beautiful will come your way
stupid idiot didn't include this song on his greatest hits album.
but oooh. is robbie williams hot.
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
contemplated eating maggie mee at 3am.
it's an improvement from plain rice straight from the rice cooker.
but hate using wooden chopsticks. where are the nice plastic ones?
have french in 6 and a half hours.
not worth going to the kitchen. finding a bowl. boiling water. and making it.
cause there's no way i can finish it anyway.
was pretty much my fault for refusing dinner. since it was rice. *again*
me: i'm hungry.. what's for dinner?
mom: rice.
me: oh. i'm not hungry.
mom: *storms off*
dad came to save the day later with curry puffs and cake from polar.
which is the main source of nutrition when mom's angry and refuses to make dinner.
well, that and zinger burgers for me and original chicken for him.
and milo.
it's an improvement from plain rice straight from the rice cooker.
but hate using wooden chopsticks. where are the nice plastic ones?
have french in 6 and a half hours.
not worth going to the kitchen. finding a bowl. boiling water. and making it.
cause there's no way i can finish it anyway.
was pretty much my fault for refusing dinner. since it was rice. *again*
me: i'm hungry.. what's for dinner?
mom: rice.
me: oh. i'm not hungry.
mom: *storms off*
dad came to save the day later with curry puffs and cake from polar.
which is the main source of nutrition when mom's angry and refuses to make dinner.
well, that and zinger burgers for me and original chicken for him.
and milo.
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
26 people online on my msn list..
don't really feel like takling to any of them.
well there's zheng who instatnly messages me when i'm online.
but you seriously need a lot of patience to talk to him.
him: maaaaaaaaaanjali!!
me: hello zheng.
him: maaaaaaaaaaanjali.. haha maaaaaan..
me: charmed, i'm sure.
him: hahaha maaaaan.. i miss you.. i miss calling you man.. haha MAAAAAAAN... *one whole chatbox filled with smiley faces*
me: marvellous.
zheng: maaaaaaaaaaan..
me: eh. ask you something.
zheng: yes, maaaaaaaaaaan?
me: for grad night right..
zheng: maaaaaaaaaaan..haha..
me: if ra wanted to do an article about it..
zheng: oh do la. why cannot do?
me: so can we get passes to enter?
zheng: i don't know about it.. sorry dear...er.. ask ling min la.. haahaha..
me: who's she?
zheng: ling min is a hot girl.
me: wow. could you be more specific?
zheng: aiyah some councillor la.
me: oh. you know i *so* couldn't have realized that by myself.
zheng: or you can ask someone..
me: someone like who?
zheng: someone like you.. hahaha..
me: wchich other councillor?
zheng: yo can ask..victor.
me: can i get karl to ask victor?
and then he goes offline.
and comes online 5 minutes later. and it takes way too long to steer him back to the subject, so i just gave up.
next time, i'm just asking karl straight.
honestly. talking to him is like talking to a monkey.
don't really feel like takling to any of them.
well there's zheng who instatnly messages me when i'm online.
but you seriously need a lot of patience to talk to him.
him: maaaaaaaaaanjali!!
me: hello zheng.
him: maaaaaaaaaaanjali.. haha maaaaaan..
me: charmed, i'm sure.
him: hahaha maaaaan.. i miss you.. i miss calling you man.. haha MAAAAAAAN... *one whole chatbox filled with smiley faces*
me: marvellous.
zheng: maaaaaaaaaaan..
me: eh. ask you something.
zheng: yes, maaaaaaaaaaan?
me: for grad night right..
zheng: maaaaaaaaaaan..haha..
me: if ra wanted to do an article about it..
zheng: oh do la. why cannot do?
me: so can we get passes to enter?
zheng: i don't know about it.. sorry dear...er.. ask ling min la.. haahaha..
me: who's she?
zheng: ling min is a hot girl.
me: wow. could you be more specific?
zheng: aiyah some councillor la.
me: oh. you know i *so* couldn't have realized that by myself.
zheng: or you can ask someone..
me: someone like who?
zheng: someone like you.. hahaha..
me: wchich other councillor?
zheng: yo can ask..victor.
me: can i get karl to ask victor?
and then he goes offline.
and comes online 5 minutes later. and it takes way too long to steer him back to the subject, so i just gave up.
next time, i'm just asking karl straight.
honestly. talking to him is like talking to a monkey.
grew up in a small town
and when the rain would fall down
i'd just stare out my window
dreaming of what could be
and if i'd end up happy
i would pray
trying hard to reach out
but when i tried to speak out
felt like no one could hear me
wanted to belong here
but something felt so wrong here
so i'd pray
i could break away
i'll spread my wings and i'll learn how to fly
i'll do what it takes till i touch the sky
and I'll make a wish,
take a chance,
make a change
And break away
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But, I won't forget all the ones that I love
I'll take a risk, take a chance, make a change
And break away
Wanna feel the warm breeze
Sleep under a palm tree
Feel the rush of the ocean
Get onboard a fast train
Travel on a jetplane, far away
And break away
Buildings with a hundred floors
Swinging round revolving doors
Maybe I don't know where they'll take me
But, gotta keep moving on, moving on
Fly away, break away
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky
And I'll make a wish,
take a chance,
make a change
And break away
Breakaway.
and when the rain would fall down
i'd just stare out my window
dreaming of what could be
and if i'd end up happy
i would pray
trying hard to reach out
but when i tried to speak out
felt like no one could hear me
wanted to belong here
but something felt so wrong here
so i'd pray
i could break away
i'll spread my wings and i'll learn how to fly
i'll do what it takes till i touch the sky
and I'll make a wish,
take a chance,
make a change
And break away
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But, I won't forget all the ones that I love
I'll take a risk, take a chance, make a change
And break away
Wanna feel the warm breeze
Sleep under a palm tree
Feel the rush of the ocean
Get onboard a fast train
Travel on a jetplane, far away
And break away
Buildings with a hundred floors
Swinging round revolving doors
Maybe I don't know where they'll take me
But, gotta keep moving on, moving on
Fly away, break away
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky
And I'll make a wish,
take a chance,
make a change
And break away
Breakaway.
grew up in a small town
and when the rain would fall down
i'd just stare out my window
dreaming of what could be
and if i'd end up happy
i would pray
trying hard to reach out
but when i tried to speak out
felt like no one could hear me
wanted to belong here
but something felt so wrong here
so i'd pray
i could break away
i'll spread my wings and i'll learn how to fly
i'll do what it takes till i touch the sky
and I'll make a wish,
take a chance,
make a change
And break away
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But, I won't forget all the ones that I love
I'll take a risk, take a chance, make a change
And break away
Wanna feel the warm breeze
Sleep under a palm tree
Feel the rush of the ocean
Get onboard a fast train
Travel on a jetplane, far away
And break away
Buildings with a hundred floors
Swinging round revolving doors
Maybe I don't know where they'll take me
But, gotta keep moving on, moving on
Fly away, break away
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky
And I'll make a wish,
take a chance,
make a change
And break away
Breakaway.
and when the rain would fall down
i'd just stare out my window
dreaming of what could be
and if i'd end up happy
i would pray
trying hard to reach out
but when i tried to speak out
felt like no one could hear me
wanted to belong here
but something felt so wrong here
so i'd pray
i could break away
i'll spread my wings and i'll learn how to fly
i'll do what it takes till i touch the sky
and I'll make a wish,
take a chance,
make a change
And break away
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But, I won't forget all the ones that I love
I'll take a risk, take a chance, make a change
And break away
Wanna feel the warm breeze
Sleep under a palm tree
Feel the rush of the ocean
Get onboard a fast train
Travel on a jetplane, far away
And break away
Buildings with a hundred floors
Swinging round revolving doors
Maybe I don't know where they'll take me
But, gotta keep moving on, moving on
Fly away, break away
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky
And I'll make a wish,
take a chance,
make a change
And break away
Breakaway.
i should learn to do more housework.
went back on wednesday to collect results.
happily clad in board shorts and my obs shirt.
to walk into a ts filled with everyone in their proper school uniform.
well sheau ying was wearing the rj school t shirt.
but everyone else was all white and green.
and here i was. some red and black sticking out thing.
and mc tay walked in. pointed at me and went..
him: aaanjali.. what are you wearing?
me: oh. um. i couldn't find a shirt.
him: and whyy do you have no shirts?
me: they're all in the wash.
him: then take them out of the wash.
me: can't.
him why?
me: cause i don't know where the iron is.
him: *disapproving glare*
and pravin tsked.
and i glared at him.
and then vid saw me glaring at him, so she went on to scold him as she always did. haha.
but i guess since pravin used to iron firas' clothes in boarding..
oh well.
and today. was too lazy to take out the ironing board, so ironed my ribbon thingee on top of a barstool.
and it's 11 now. and instead of fixing my own dinner..
i'm walking around the house.
having cereal with milk.
cereal with ice cream.
ice cream and digestives.
and digestives and milk.
and then i realized i didn't want something sweet.
so ate lunch's rice with a teaspoon, straight from the rice cooker.
plain rice isn't exactly nice. but the starchy taste was a nice change after 45782945729 calories of super sweet caramel flavoured ice cream with chocolate chips and chocolate sauce.
tsk.
unhealthy.
but hey, i had 2 pears for lunch.
went back on wednesday to collect results.
happily clad in board shorts and my obs shirt.
to walk into a ts filled with everyone in their proper school uniform.
well sheau ying was wearing the rj school t shirt.
but everyone else was all white and green.
and here i was. some red and black sticking out thing.
and mc tay walked in. pointed at me and went..
him: aaanjali.. what are you wearing?
me: oh. um. i couldn't find a shirt.
him: and whyy do you have no shirts?
me: they're all in the wash.
him: then take them out of the wash.
me: can't.
him why?
me: cause i don't know where the iron is.
him: *disapproving glare*
and pravin tsked.
and i glared at him.
and then vid saw me glaring at him, so she went on to scold him as she always did. haha.
but i guess since pravin used to iron firas' clothes in boarding..
oh well.
and today. was too lazy to take out the ironing board, so ironed my ribbon thingee on top of a barstool.
and it's 11 now. and instead of fixing my own dinner..
i'm walking around the house.
having cereal with milk.
cereal with ice cream.
ice cream and digestives.
and digestives and milk.
and then i realized i didn't want something sweet.
so ate lunch's rice with a teaspoon, straight from the rice cooker.
plain rice isn't exactly nice. but the starchy taste was a nice change after 45782945729 calories of super sweet caramel flavoured ice cream with chocolate chips and chocolate sauce.
tsk.
unhealthy.
but hey, i had 2 pears for lunch.
Monday, November 08, 2004
Welcome to the planet
Welcome to existence
Everyone's here
Everyone's here
Everybody's watching you now
Everybody waits for you now
What happens next?
What happens next?
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor.
I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Today never happened before.
Welcome to the fallout
Welcome to resistance
The tension is here
Between who you are and who you could be
Between how it is and how it should be
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Maybe redemption has stories to tell
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
Where can you run to escape from yourself?
Where you gonna go?
Salvation is here
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
Like today never happened before
this song was stuck in my head throughout the whole of the promos.
and then last night.
weirdo dream.
this camera crew kept following me wherever i went.
and it was like some truman show reality show thing where they just followed us around.
and it was one of those laguna beach oc things.
horribly teen soap opera thing.
with like 6 kids.
and i was one of the 6 kids.
and if you're that kind who can't stand those things.
[i am one of them too.. just that there's seth cohen on the oc..]
just don't read on.
cause seriously.. this dream is crap.
and the whole thing was weird.
it wasn't a dream, so much a trailer for an episode of the show.
like i was watching the trailer.. in some metaphysical thing where i wasn't in my own body.. but i was like outside watching the whole thing.
and the whole dream itself was weird.
starts with a kid me and another kid girl and a boy in a sandbox.
and we go "you'll always be my bestest friends. forever.."
or one of those ultra cheesy lines we used to write in autograph books in primary school.
so after that we fast forward some typical high school hallway lined with lockers scene with the girl leaning against the locker stoning..
girl: i've finally earned a new start. maybe things would be better this time around. and this time i've got a friend around.
then i walk by with these 2 other girls.. typical mean girls style and totally walk past her.
girl: well atleast i thought i had a friend around.
and then the scene changes to like this different place with all the jocks talking about whether the team can maintain the gold again this year and all. blah. long story.
so then anyway they go back to the girl who like tries to jump off the building at some party at some rich kid's house. and then flashback to her whole drug addiction thing and then they show her wrist slashing typical angsty thing. and they cut the flashback to see her trying to jump off and the jocks like pull her back. and she fights with them for a while. and then just falls into a heap on the floor.
then for some odd reason i'm the only girl surrounded by the boys and tell them to leave us alone.
and then we talk. for like a super long time. and all that.
and then next day in school the whole mean girls thing. and i leave the mean girls thing to be with my whiny angsty friend. and i go "i feel liberated."
how cliche.
so then blahblah. fastforward to the jocks and their life. and this scrawny guy tries out. and actually he's quite good so he's catapulted into the whole jock circle.
and then this couple always fighting about stuff.
and then this big fight among the jocks. and then the girlfriend in the couple breaks up the fight between her boyfriend and this another guy. and then she screams at the other guy. then i step in and scream at the screaming girlfriend and then the screaming girlfriend screams back. and then my whiny friend screams back at the girlfriend and call her a whore for having an abortion. or something along those lines. then she runs away crying.
and then the whole shebang.
of late night partying.
drunk driving accidents.
irritating parents.
drugs.
getting pregnant.
and all the other problems rich spoilt kids face.
the whole dream was like 3 minutes long.
and like some trailer.
with dare you to move playing in the background.
and then there was like lots of snogging parts.
like everyone was snogging everyone else.
and then there's the time when my whiny friend and i are sitting somewhere. then the sandbox boy comes back. and my whiny friend goes on and on about him. and then he shows up. and she like smiles and goes up to him. and he ignores her and walks straight towards me and the rest happened.
and my whiny friend gets horribly jealous.
eurgh. gross.
it's more candy coated than mandymoore, with more poser angst than avril.
like some dawson's creek meets 90210.
yuck.
but the good thing about being rich and on tv is that i had really nice clothes and super good hair. with no frizz. absolutely no frizz. and i like lost 3948723957239572 pounds.
Welcome to existence
Everyone's here
Everyone's here
Everybody's watching you now
Everybody waits for you now
What happens next?
What happens next?
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor.
I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Today never happened before.
Welcome to the fallout
Welcome to resistance
The tension is here
Between who you are and who you could be
Between how it is and how it should be
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Maybe redemption has stories to tell
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
Where can you run to escape from yourself?
Where you gonna go?
Salvation is here
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
Like today never happened before
this song was stuck in my head throughout the whole of the promos.
and then last night.
weirdo dream.
this camera crew kept following me wherever i went.
and it was like some truman show reality show thing where they just followed us around.
and it was one of those laguna beach oc things.
horribly teen soap opera thing.
with like 6 kids.
and i was one of the 6 kids.
and if you're that kind who can't stand those things.
[i am one of them too.. just that there's seth cohen on the oc..]
just don't read on.
cause seriously.. this dream is crap.
and the whole thing was weird.
it wasn't a dream, so much a trailer for an episode of the show.
like i was watching the trailer.. in some metaphysical thing where i wasn't in my own body.. but i was like outside watching the whole thing.
and the whole dream itself was weird.
starts with a kid me and another kid girl and a boy in a sandbox.
and we go "you'll always be my bestest friends. forever.."
or one of those ultra cheesy lines we used to write in autograph books in primary school.
so after that we fast forward some typical high school hallway lined with lockers scene with the girl leaning against the locker stoning..
girl: i've finally earned a new start. maybe things would be better this time around. and this time i've got a friend around.
then i walk by with these 2 other girls.. typical mean girls style and totally walk past her.
girl: well atleast i thought i had a friend around.
and then the scene changes to like this different place with all the jocks talking about whether the team can maintain the gold again this year and all. blah. long story.
so then anyway they go back to the girl who like tries to jump off the building at some party at some rich kid's house. and then flashback to her whole drug addiction thing and then they show her wrist slashing typical angsty thing. and they cut the flashback to see her trying to jump off and the jocks like pull her back. and she fights with them for a while. and then just falls into a heap on the floor.
then for some odd reason i'm the only girl surrounded by the boys and tell them to leave us alone.
and then we talk. for like a super long time. and all that.
and then next day in school the whole mean girls thing. and i leave the mean girls thing to be with my whiny angsty friend. and i go "i feel liberated."
how cliche.
so then blahblah. fastforward to the jocks and their life. and this scrawny guy tries out. and actually he's quite good so he's catapulted into the whole jock circle.
and then this couple always fighting about stuff.
and then this big fight among the jocks. and then the girlfriend in the couple breaks up the fight between her boyfriend and this another guy. and then she screams at the other guy. then i step in and scream at the screaming girlfriend and then the screaming girlfriend screams back. and then my whiny friend screams back at the girlfriend and call her a whore for having an abortion. or something along those lines. then she runs away crying.
and then the whole shebang.
of late night partying.
drunk driving accidents.
irritating parents.
drugs.
getting pregnant.
and all the other problems rich spoilt kids face.
the whole dream was like 3 minutes long.
and like some trailer.
with dare you to move playing in the background.
and then there was like lots of snogging parts.
like everyone was snogging everyone else.
and then there's the time when my whiny friend and i are sitting somewhere. then the sandbox boy comes back. and my whiny friend goes on and on about him. and then he shows up. and she like smiles and goes up to him. and he ignores her and walks straight towards me and the rest happened.
and my whiny friend gets horribly jealous.
eurgh. gross.
it's more candy coated than mandymoore, with more poser angst than avril.
like some dawson's creek meets 90210.
yuck.
but the good thing about being rich and on tv is that i had really nice clothes and super good hair. with no frizz. absolutely no frizz. and i like lost 3948723957239572 pounds.
another wedding this time.
my grandaunt's son.
mom: it's held at shangri la.
dad: no, it was only the sheraton.
dad: the dining table.
me: marvellous. i can't even have an expensive party for my 16th. and my 18th would be during the prelims. and my 21st would be spend holed up in some ward in med school.
dad: i'm not rich. i don't cheat people out of their money.
me: *walks away* wonderful. we're poor.
dad: *shouts back* at least i don't cheat anyone like those businessmen..
me: too bad we're still poor.
my grandaunt's son.
mom: it's held at shangri la.
dad: no, it was only the sheraton.
me: great. and when i get married, where shall we have the wedding? the backyard garden? wait. we don't even have a backyard garden anymore.
mom: use the living room.
me: will you atleast take the awful covers off the sofa so that i can sit on it?
mom: no way. you'll put your feet on it and get it dirty.
me: ...my friend had her 16th birthday at the sheraton. she had two ballgowns and a pro photoshoot just for the event. and a dj and waiters and a dancefloor. what did i get for my 16th?
dad: the dining table.
me: marvellous. i can't even have an expensive party for my 16th. and my 18th would be during the prelims. and my 21st would be spend holed up in some ward in med school.
dad: i'm not rich. i don't cheat people out of their money.
me: *walks away* wonderful. we're poor.
dad: *shouts back* at least i don't cheat anyone like those businessmen..
me: too bad we're still poor.
Saturday, November 06, 2004
lunch with hongyan.
well, lunch and then lounging around times with a baby name book making fun of people.
from 11.30 to 5.
and she refused to leave cause she found this mag.
hmph.
i bought a blackbook.
hong thought that it was the same as a burnbook.
and then i started counting the pages to see if it was worth my money.
what jeanne is with food, i am with notebooks. *wink*
pea still wants to kill me after i spent $32 on an organizer notebook thingee at borders and then lost it before using it.
me: 38..39..
hongyan: *stares*
me: what?
hongyan: exactly how many ex boyfriends do you have?
me: i've got way too many to fit in this book... like.. loh hongyan.. hongyan.. bum .. crumply.. bumbie.. hong... abs.. abs loh.. abs loh hongyan.. loh hongyan abs.. ah bee.. ah bur... bee.. bur..
hongyan: oh gee, thanks.
me: funny thing though, they all have the same number.
i thought that it was very funny at that time.
oh well.
rare opportunity that hongyan actually *invites* me to have lunch with her.
actually she wanted me to have high tea with her and ms goon.
i told her the only way i was goin for high tea is if either one of them paid.
which was when we both realized that we were broke.
so we just sat on the table outside the general office asking people passing by to give us money.
it didn't work so we emptied out our wallets.
i had $7 and a one dollar coin.
she had 12 and 2 worth of coins.
so we were calculating whether 21 would be enough to get us a pizza and a dvd to rent from jelita.
ended up in delifrance instead.
knew that that bum would never walk all the way to holland v.
even with *me* carrying her chinese dictionary in my backpack with my tamil one.
haha.
and we had lunch at delifrance.
and talked about nonsense for super long.
and then we went up. and there was this bazaar and they were selling these reall nice clothes. and then bum refused to stay with me. and toopk refuge in video ezy.
where we sat and watched bend it like beckham.
the indian family there is disturbingly familiar.
so after a while we went into times.
and she sat down on the floor with a baby names book.
and i grabbed this palmistry thing.
and this interpreting body language book.
and this chocolate recipe book.
and this astrology for kids book.
and my little black book. which i bought in the end.
notice that the books i look at are either blank notebooks with nice covers or books with large fonts and *lots* of pictures and colours.
and it's not even like i even read the books properly.
i just flipped through and looked at the pictures.
so we sat on the floor and just laughed at names.
like rupert and humprey and edna.
we stayed there till 5.
and then had to run home.
but we got sidetracked and ended up at the bazaar again. this time looking at jewellery. and she was complaining abou how she can never find the hole in her ears to wear earrings. and i gave her this weird look after she said that she took 45 minutes to put on the long hook kinds.
for one ear.
and then i tried to get her to buy something nice.
and was pointing out everything to her.
me: what about this?.. this is nice.. or this? i like this..
her: hmm..
me: this?
her: no..
me: this?
her: no.. i want a choker.
me: ok, finally. something. they've got lots of nice chokers.. look..
her: not that kind.. the black string kind..
me: those are here.. you might as well get a nice pendant to go with it..
her: no.. not that kind.. the long chokers..
me: ... chokers can't be long.. they're supposed to be short so that they choke you..
her: the one with the long string then you can decide how long you want it..
me: oh you mean the cowgirl kind?
her: no.. like the one aaron has..
me: i am *not* getting you boy jewellery.. stop getting fashion advice from your brothers..
hmph. i can never go shopping with her.
and i saw this nice necklace and told her that she should wear that for the wedding since her bridesmaid's dress is strapless.
me: eh get this. it would make your neck look longer. and besides, it'd go well with your green strapless bridesmaid's dress.
her: it's not strapless. it's like.. this.. *tries to draw out the neckline*
me: oh. you mean the dress is boatnecked?
her: *stares*
me: what?
her: that's exactly what the tailor said. boatnecked. how do you know what boatnecked is?
me: ... it's a neckline and i'm a girl. i speak tailor lingo.
her: well.. i know what halters are..
me: congrats. you have officially enough dress knowledge to be a boy.
her: .. i know what an a line skirt is..
me: ... bravo.
well, lunch and then lounging around times with a baby name book making fun of people.
from 11.30 to 5.
and she refused to leave cause she found this mag.
hmph.
i bought a blackbook.
hong thought that it was the same as a burnbook.
and then i started counting the pages to see if it was worth my money.
what jeanne is with food, i am with notebooks. *wink*
pea still wants to kill me after i spent $32 on an organizer notebook thingee at borders and then lost it before using it.
me: 38..39..
hongyan: *stares*
me: what?
hongyan: exactly how many ex boyfriends do you have?
me: i've got way too many to fit in this book... like.. loh hongyan.. hongyan.. bum .. crumply.. bumbie.. hong... abs.. abs loh.. abs loh hongyan.. loh hongyan abs.. ah bee.. ah bur... bee.. bur..
hongyan: oh gee, thanks.
me: funny thing though, they all have the same number.
i thought that it was very funny at that time.
oh well.
rare opportunity that hongyan actually *invites* me to have lunch with her.
actually she wanted me to have high tea with her and ms goon.
i told her the only way i was goin for high tea is if either one of them paid.
which was when we both realized that we were broke.
so we just sat on the table outside the general office asking people passing by to give us money.
it didn't work so we emptied out our wallets.
i had $7 and a one dollar coin.
she had 12 and 2 worth of coins.
so we were calculating whether 21 would be enough to get us a pizza and a dvd to rent from jelita.
ended up in delifrance instead.
knew that that bum would never walk all the way to holland v.
even with *me* carrying her chinese dictionary in my backpack with my tamil one.
haha.
and we had lunch at delifrance.
and talked about nonsense for super long.
and then we went up. and there was this bazaar and they were selling these reall nice clothes. and then bum refused to stay with me. and toopk refuge in video ezy.
where we sat and watched bend it like beckham.
the indian family there is disturbingly familiar.
so after a while we went into times.
and she sat down on the floor with a baby names book.
and i grabbed this palmistry thing.
and this interpreting body language book.
and this chocolate recipe book.
and this astrology for kids book.
and my little black book. which i bought in the end.
notice that the books i look at are either blank notebooks with nice covers or books with large fonts and *lots* of pictures and colours.
and it's not even like i even read the books properly.
i just flipped through and looked at the pictures.
so we sat on the floor and just laughed at names.
like rupert and humprey and edna.
we stayed there till 5.
and then had to run home.
but we got sidetracked and ended up at the bazaar again. this time looking at jewellery. and she was complaining abou how she can never find the hole in her ears to wear earrings. and i gave her this weird look after she said that she took 45 minutes to put on the long hook kinds.
for one ear.
and then i tried to get her to buy something nice.
and was pointing out everything to her.
me: what about this?.. this is nice.. or this? i like this..
her: hmm..
me: this?
her: no..
me: this?
her: no.. i want a choker.
me: ok, finally. something. they've got lots of nice chokers.. look..
her: not that kind.. the black string kind..
me: those are here.. you might as well get a nice pendant to go with it..
her: no.. not that kind.. the long chokers..
me: ... chokers can't be long.. they're supposed to be short so that they choke you..
her: the one with the long string then you can decide how long you want it..
me: oh you mean the cowgirl kind?
her: no.. like the one aaron has..
me: i am *not* getting you boy jewellery.. stop getting fashion advice from your brothers..
hmph. i can never go shopping with her.
and i saw this nice necklace and told her that she should wear that for the wedding since her bridesmaid's dress is strapless.
me: eh get this. it would make your neck look longer. and besides, it'd go well with your green strapless bridesmaid's dress.
her: it's not strapless. it's like.. this.. *tries to draw out the neckline*
me: oh. you mean the dress is boatnecked?
her: *stares*
me: what?
her: that's exactly what the tailor said. boatnecked. how do you know what boatnecked is?
me: ... it's a neckline and i'm a girl. i speak tailor lingo.
her: well.. i know what halters are..
me: congrats. you have officially enough dress knowledge to be a boy.
her: .. i know what an a line skirt is..
me: ... bravo.
and another.
in the 1500s, houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath.It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the dogs, cats andother small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained, itbecame slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof.Hence the saying "It's raining cats and dogs."
in the 1500s, houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath.It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the dogs, cats andother small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained, itbecame slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof.Hence the saying "It's raining cats and dogs."
found this in shan's email. thought that it was pretty cute.
"Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married."
"Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married."
Thursday, November 04, 2004
mom was too tired
so dad and i drove down to cold storage for pizza.
well.. i went for pizza.
dad was sent on a milk and bread *only* order from mom.
didn't buy pizza in the end, cause the fresh ones had pepperoni in them and the other ones had servings of 1100 calories per slice.
so went around getting baguettes lettuce and ham.
and granola bars..
and then that was tonight's dinner.
mom came into the kitchen and criticized the way i cut tomatoes.. she stared at my half squashed, oblong shaped slices...
her: oh.. what sad luck i have.
me: *stares* so much for me trying to help you.. *drops knife and walks away* no more sad luck for you. happy?
her: why don't you knwo how to cut tomatoes?
me: sad luck for you that you just don't know how to acknowledge people who are trying to help you.
her: JUST CUT THE TOMATOES PROPERLY..
me: JUST DO IT YOURSELF..
and poor dad later came back and started cutting tomatoes himself.
i've realized that i should learn to appreciate my dad.
when the rest of the house is pmsing and screaming at each other.. he walks in and cleans up the mess.
i think it would attribute to the fact that he's the only guy living in the house. and that he was the oldest brother and only had one brother and 6 sisters and his mom growing up. and he's a virgo. and is the typical soft spoken doctor.
oh well.
i remember as a kid, i scream for mom to do my hair..
and he'll step in and offer to do it..
and i'll give him a weird look and he'd boast that he used to plait the hair for all of his 6 sisters growing up.
i guess it's the effect of living in a female dominated household all his life.
but he likes it.
especially after the times when my cousins stay over.. and when they leave, he'll breathe a sigh of relief and say he's thankful for not having any sons.
anyway. back to tonight's dinner.
after eating, mom was telling me this story about how we were sending my dad off to the airport one day in london and then on the way home they stopped by this sandwich bar.. and i was hungry and came up to her and whispered "feed me also.." in her ear.
then she laughed.
she thought that it was funny.
i stared back and told her that it was a 2 year old anjali *trying* to get some attention.
and then she told the story about how she'd always be talking to gee and i'll pull her sleeve and scream "talk to me also...."
and she said it was cute and laughed again.
i pointed out that that was a blatant sign that i needed attention and she gave way too much attention to gee.
and then she changed the topic to my 2nd birthday.. when my uncle asked me what i wanted..
he: princess, what do want for your birthday?
me: *thinks very hard* a duck.
he: no, i can't get you a duck. what else do you want?
me: a chicken.
he: no. not a chicken. what else?
me: *thinks very hard* a.... pony.
and then i think he gave up.
weird kid i was.
asking for a duck.
and then a chicken.
a pony i can understand..
but a duck?
but i guess i was childish and spoilt and probably assumed that i should ask him for something my mom wouldn't allow.
i was the princess in the family after all. being the only babygirl surrounded by all the other snot nosed boys.
grandad obviously hated it. he never liked girls. especially loud mouthed, independent ones like me who got offers from commercial companies.
still blame my parents from preventing me from becoming the next amanda bynes.
tamil paper tomorrow.
argh.
so dad and i drove down to cold storage for pizza.
well.. i went for pizza.
dad was sent on a milk and bread *only* order from mom.
didn't buy pizza in the end, cause the fresh ones had pepperoni in them and the other ones had servings of 1100 calories per slice.
so went around getting baguettes lettuce and ham.
and granola bars..
and then that was tonight's dinner.
mom came into the kitchen and criticized the way i cut tomatoes.. she stared at my half squashed, oblong shaped slices...
her: oh.. what sad luck i have.
me: *stares* so much for me trying to help you.. *drops knife and walks away* no more sad luck for you. happy?
her: why don't you knwo how to cut tomatoes?
me: sad luck for you that you just don't know how to acknowledge people who are trying to help you.
her: JUST CUT THE TOMATOES PROPERLY..
me: JUST DO IT YOURSELF..
and poor dad later came back and started cutting tomatoes himself.
i've realized that i should learn to appreciate my dad.
when the rest of the house is pmsing and screaming at each other.. he walks in and cleans up the mess.
i think it would attribute to the fact that he's the only guy living in the house. and that he was the oldest brother and only had one brother and 6 sisters and his mom growing up. and he's a virgo. and is the typical soft spoken doctor.
oh well.
i remember as a kid, i scream for mom to do my hair..
and he'll step in and offer to do it..
and i'll give him a weird look and he'd boast that he used to plait the hair for all of his 6 sisters growing up.
i guess it's the effect of living in a female dominated household all his life.
but he likes it.
especially after the times when my cousins stay over.. and when they leave, he'll breathe a sigh of relief and say he's thankful for not having any sons.
anyway. back to tonight's dinner.
after eating, mom was telling me this story about how we were sending my dad off to the airport one day in london and then on the way home they stopped by this sandwich bar.. and i was hungry and came up to her and whispered "feed me also.." in her ear.
then she laughed.
she thought that it was funny.
i stared back and told her that it was a 2 year old anjali *trying* to get some attention.
and then she told the story about how she'd always be talking to gee and i'll pull her sleeve and scream "talk to me also...."
and she said it was cute and laughed again.
i pointed out that that was a blatant sign that i needed attention and she gave way too much attention to gee.
and then she changed the topic to my 2nd birthday.. when my uncle asked me what i wanted..
he: princess, what do want for your birthday?
me: *thinks very hard* a duck.
he: no, i can't get you a duck. what else do you want?
me: a chicken.
he: no. not a chicken. what else?
me: *thinks very hard* a.... pony.
and then i think he gave up.
weird kid i was.
asking for a duck.
and then a chicken.
a pony i can understand..
but a duck?
but i guess i was childish and spoilt and probably assumed that i should ask him for something my mom wouldn't allow.
i was the princess in the family after all. being the only babygirl surrounded by all the other snot nosed boys.
grandad obviously hated it. he never liked girls. especially loud mouthed, independent ones like me who got offers from commercial companies.
still blame my parents from preventing me from becoming the next amanda bynes.
tamil paper tomorrow.
argh.
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
at holland v..
gwen: why do they call the place sasa.. what a stupid name..
me: *walks in* nice what.. sasa.. like some poser maid name.. you know.. like mariaaaa *in a shrill tai tai voice* mariaaaa.. sasaaaaa.. sasaaaa.. hurry up wash the clothes sasaaaa..
jeanne: and we're in the shop now so can you please stop making so much noise?
me: haha.
and then we went around spraying perfume on each other.
need to find a signature smell.
a guy friend recently came up to me and said that i smelt of laundry.
don't know whether i should take that as a compliment or an insult.
anyway, we were walking around and jean was looking for face soap..
it's amusing when you look at the names of the unknown useless brands..
jean: eh what brand of face soap is good?
gwen: no use asking me..
me: eh.. do you want to get rid of your pimples? *holds up a bottle of light blue slime* use.. pimpless!
pimpless. haha. that was hilarious.
gwen just dragged us out after i found this brand of hair wax called catfight..
and then shampoo called catwalk.
haha. hilarious.
gwen: why do they call the place sasa.. what a stupid name..
me: *walks in* nice what.. sasa.. like some poser maid name.. you know.. like mariaaaa *in a shrill tai tai voice* mariaaaa.. sasaaaaa.. sasaaaa.. hurry up wash the clothes sasaaaa..
jeanne: and we're in the shop now so can you please stop making so much noise?
me: haha.
and then we went around spraying perfume on each other.
need to find a signature smell.
a guy friend recently came up to me and said that i smelt of laundry.
don't know whether i should take that as a compliment or an insult.
anyway, we were walking around and jean was looking for face soap..
it's amusing when you look at the names of the unknown useless brands..
jean: eh what brand of face soap is good?
gwen: no use asking me..
me: eh.. do you want to get rid of your pimples? *holds up a bottle of light blue slime* use.. pimpless!
pimpless. haha. that was hilarious.
gwen just dragged us out after i found this brand of hair wax called catfight..
and then shampoo called catwalk.
haha. hilarious.
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
To his Coy Mistress
by Andrew Marvell
Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day;
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood;
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow.
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.
But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserv'd virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none I think do there embrace.
Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
alleyway behind sushi tei at holland v.
it looked nice and gloomy and cold and london alleyway like when i was there.
guess my photography skills never did anything justice.
went there with gwen and jeanne yesterday after pw.
tried to get pea to come too, but we can never really pull off the whole spur of the moment thing with all 4 of us at the same time.
oh well.
jeanne got cheated out of sushi. she paid $5 for two prawns.
why do these things always happen to her?
while me and gwen were trying to see who was more cheapo. she who was eating wasabe and ginger and soy sauce cause it was free.
and me, who went into thai express one day and ordered green tea and 3 cups of hot water and just kept switching the tea bags between the cups so technically i got 4 cups for the price of one.
tamil tuition in 5 minutes.
will be back soon.
Friday, October 29, 2004
and i'm in school now.
practically everyone else is in the com lab applying for s papers.
while i blog away.
something tells me that i am making a mistake not bothering to apply... what with more than half of the cohort taking at least one s paper.
ah well.
today was another useless day. shouldn't have even bothered to come.
played taboo during bio and maths tutorial with the teachers.
then did evaluation for econs.
last day of school.
no one's really bothered to pay attention to aynthing anymore. and i think everyone knows it..
well apart from the econs lecturers who want to do a case study post mortem.
they should just learn from the bio teachers and cancel the lecture.
and it's the last day of school.
but there's no feeling.
no oh my god we're finally leaving ness.
or oh man, we're really going to miss this place ness.
all we have is the "i have to apply for s paper and beg every single teacher in town" panic spread all around school.
and pw.
which i shall not bother to do since the kuperan residence has unofficially become the meeting place of my pw group.
it's this feeling of indifference slowly seeping through like some disease.
which would inevitably lead to depression.
ok nevermind shall go.
practically everyone else is in the com lab applying for s papers.
while i blog away.
something tells me that i am making a mistake not bothering to apply... what with more than half of the cohort taking at least one s paper.
ah well.
today was another useless day. shouldn't have even bothered to come.
played taboo during bio and maths tutorial with the teachers.
then did evaluation for econs.
last day of school.
no one's really bothered to pay attention to aynthing anymore. and i think everyone knows it..
well apart from the econs lecturers who want to do a case study post mortem.
they should just learn from the bio teachers and cancel the lecture.
and it's the last day of school.
but there's no feeling.
no oh my god we're finally leaving ness.
or oh man, we're really going to miss this place ness.
all we have is the "i have to apply for s paper and beg every single teacher in town" panic spread all around school.
and pw.
which i shall not bother to do since the kuperan residence has unofficially become the meeting place of my pw group.
it's this feeling of indifference slowly seeping through like some disease.
which would inevitably lead to depression.
ok nevermind shall go.
Thursday, October 28, 2004
i am tired.
ugh.
school sucks.
it has reduced us to well.. lumps.
got a taste of old school lesson ponning with hongyan sitting on the floor at lt2.5 leaning against the lockers and counting money for ra.
just like crescent times.
but it's different this time.
somehow the fire and the drive i had is now lost. or clouded, or just too lazy to come out.
and teachers in rj are such shits.
it's just not worth talking about them.
saw amelie today during gp.
only lesson that i actually went for today.
went to school and sulked around the corridor for hongyan to finish her lit s paper lecture.
and left school in a horribly foul mood.
culmination of the effects of the tamil teacher, the WOMAN, lucky lit people and r__.
"why don't you take econs s, anj?"
"why don't you take quantum physics s, bum?"
ugh.
you lit people have it made.
stupid stupid chicken me.
oh well.
am tired.
amelie was a nice movie. simplistic.
ugh.
school sucks.
it has reduced us to well.. lumps.
got a taste of old school lesson ponning with hongyan sitting on the floor at lt2.5 leaning against the lockers and counting money for ra.
just like crescent times.
but it's different this time.
somehow the fire and the drive i had is now lost. or clouded, or just too lazy to come out.
and teachers in rj are such shits.
it's just not worth talking about them.
saw amelie today during gp.
only lesson that i actually went for today.
went to school and sulked around the corridor for hongyan to finish her lit s paper lecture.
and left school in a horribly foul mood.
culmination of the effects of the tamil teacher, the WOMAN, lucky lit people and r__.
"why don't you take econs s, anj?"
"why don't you take quantum physics s, bum?"
ugh.
you lit people have it made.
stupid stupid chicken me.
oh well.
am tired.
amelie was a nice movie. simplistic.
in a different light
words cannot describe
the way i'm feeling
cause i've been searching in my head
for the words i thought she said
for too long
i feel her slipping through my fingers
now she's gone
i'm sleeping with the light on
and sharks swim through my veins now
that she's gone
i'm sleeping with the light on
i'm sleeping with the light on.
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
long time no blog.
headache onset.
weird though.
hardly get headaches.
maybe cause i watched half of anastacia on the disney channel upside down with all the blood rushing to my head.
supposed to go with mel to zouk tomorrow to watch the power thing.
have to give it up since i've got marvellous tamil tuition.
let's recap.
have had promos.
and have gotten back my results.
had openhouse.
had ra sales.
had pw dry run.
had lunch today with the class.
promos were.. well promos.
passed. cddd.
nothing compared to karl's 4 as.
how irritating.
so i guess i'm not going to pj next year.
nor am i redoing j1.
not doing any s papers.
obviously don't qualify for any.
and there was openhouse.
which i was in a pretty good mood for, since i had already passed 2 a level subjects, so i knew that i wouldn't be retained and have to guide my future batchmates.
did a bit of befriending.
this ri guy who dumped me halfway.
these chung cheng high girls who dumped me halfway.
nanyang prc scholars who also dumped me halfway. ok, nto actually dumped. they wanted to go somewhere, and didn't wait for me to follow them. so i lost them.
only group that stayed was the ac boys.
who were quite cute.
small boy cute, not freaky paedophilic cute.
overheard them during cheerleading talking about how the guys were handling the girls.
then they asked me whether anyone could join cheerleading.
ha.
them: oh the ohana dance is next.
me: yeah.
them: *staring at my shirt* so wouldn't you be dancing?
me: um..no?
them: why?
me: cause my partner dumped me.
them: we can partner you.
me: i'm sure. one of me and 6 of you.
quite sweet of them to offer actually.
and they were a nice tall group to hide in when the other befrienders ran out to dance.
after that dragged them around the school.
or they dragged me.
both ways actually.
one of them was a table tennis player and wanted me to find the booth for him.
and i dragged him around. to like the hall and spexx gall and squash courts for some weird reason.
and we finally found it in the indoor gym.
and they played table tennis against each other for a while.
and then got bored and played volleyball.
against the rj girls' team.
too bad they kind of got trashed.
haha.
and then some of them played badminton, and the rest just sat down with me and talked about stuff.
nice bunch.
and then left them to go do lysistrata statue thing for players.
sounds simple enough. to stone without moving in a costume.
not so easy.
kids like me can't keep still for 3 seconds.
and i couldn't keep the same crossed leg pose cause the gold paint i had on my body made everything smoother and my legs kept slipping off each other.
and the costume had a slit slashed all the way up to upper thigh.
not very easy to sit down in and hide cellulite.
but it was quite fun actually.
no specs which made it easier.
but there are always the people who come up to you and scream in your ear to see if you do anything.
just because we don't respond doesn't mean that we're deaf la.
but it was good
5 hours of stoning.
got to watch people go about doing their stuff.
keeping still was the hardest though.
and breathing slowly..
and staring into space.
eyes started tearing after 4th hour.
kept going.
and my ac boys came back later while i was a statue and tried to make me laugh.
they almost did.
almost.
told them earlier on that if they touched me while i was a statue i'd slap them.
guess they thought that i was serious. haha.
and then there was ra publicity.
which was fun.
helen tan just stared at me for 5 minutes.
so i stared back.
and out-stared her.
haha.
and ariff chan bought the ra magazine so that he could pose next to me and take a picture.
cute in a weird nerdy bio teacher way.
it wasn't like i was the statue of liberty or anything.
he too tried to outstare me and then gave up and muttered "amazing.." and then walked away.
standing for 2 hours straight is no easy feat.
my legs hurt like crazy after that.
couldn't even stand straight.
still beat the boys' record, which is kind of cool. but i'm sure that if they were serious, they would definitely be able to out stone me.
so that was openhouse.
sold 158 copies of ra.
kind of bad since it was the openhouse issue.
and the woman decided to print 1000 copies.
oh well.
there was back of the canteen sales.
in which hong yan and i did *a lot* of shifts.
and still only sold 96.
kind of irritating when you have a shift, and the person for the next shift doesn't turn up and you're stuck doing that person's shift for them and skipping chem lecture.
especially since people should stop tempting me to skip lectures since i've skipped way too many already.
still way away from target. so hongyan and i are ponning school tomorrow to go to crescent and try to sell.
we're a useless pair.
after botc sales on monday, i was trying to convince her to skip school the next day.. and she was trying to convince me to come.
so in the end, she ponned school and i turned up.
well i turned up. and then had civics. and then went with mel and deb to holland v to stone around..
hazelnut starbucks. cream and chocolate sauce.
and orange chocolate flavoured lip stain from bodyshop which is *so* yummy it makes it worth being a girl.
and came back for one period of biology prac. and then went home.
2 periods a day in school. well one since civics is hardly a subject.
marvellous.
today was pw dry run.
not too bad.
did pretty ok.
pravin is suprisingly charismatic.
people were actually listening to him.
after that went for lunch.
the boys in my class are so childish.
zheng kept banging into me on the way to ghim moh for lunch.
nearly would have pushed me into the drain if ranon hadn't been there.
and karl.
eurgh.
for a person who got 4 as for his promos..
he's disgustingly childish.
grabbed my phone and texted "i miss you" to mc tay.
wonderful.
so pravin grabbed vid's phone and messaged the same message to mc tay.
to like "get me out of trouble" or something.
and vid got damn pissed.
so while she was walloping him, i took the opportunity to grab karl's phone and message the same message to mctay, shang, shawn loh and other people i saw in his phonebook.
mctay's going to have a fit having to pay for all the i miss yous.
and after that karl and pravin and i were walking back and karl had to throw away the plastic bag with all the food.. and the bag was too big for the dustbin hole, so he fought with the dustbin for a while and managed to force it in.
and then came up to me and wiped all the dustbin slime on my arm.
scream.
i could have just slapped him.
headache onset.
weird though.
hardly get headaches.
maybe cause i watched half of anastacia on the disney channel upside down with all the blood rushing to my head.
supposed to go with mel to zouk tomorrow to watch the power thing.
have to give it up since i've got marvellous tamil tuition.
let's recap.
have had promos.
and have gotten back my results.
had openhouse.
had ra sales.
had pw dry run.
had lunch today with the class.
promos were.. well promos.
passed. cddd.
nothing compared to karl's 4 as.
how irritating.
so i guess i'm not going to pj next year.
nor am i redoing j1.
not doing any s papers.
obviously don't qualify for any.
and there was openhouse.
which i was in a pretty good mood for, since i had already passed 2 a level subjects, so i knew that i wouldn't be retained and have to guide my future batchmates.
did a bit of befriending.
this ri guy who dumped me halfway.
these chung cheng high girls who dumped me halfway.
nanyang prc scholars who also dumped me halfway. ok, nto actually dumped. they wanted to go somewhere, and didn't wait for me to follow them. so i lost them.
only group that stayed was the ac boys.
who were quite cute.
small boy cute, not freaky paedophilic cute.
overheard them during cheerleading talking about how the guys were handling the girls.
then they asked me whether anyone could join cheerleading.
ha.
them: oh the ohana dance is next.
me: yeah.
them: *staring at my shirt* so wouldn't you be dancing?
me: um..no?
them: why?
me: cause my partner dumped me.
them: we can partner you.
me: i'm sure. one of me and 6 of you.
quite sweet of them to offer actually.
and they were a nice tall group to hide in when the other befrienders ran out to dance.
after that dragged them around the school.
or they dragged me.
both ways actually.
one of them was a table tennis player and wanted me to find the booth for him.
and i dragged him around. to like the hall and spexx gall and squash courts for some weird reason.
and we finally found it in the indoor gym.
and they played table tennis against each other for a while.
and then got bored and played volleyball.
against the rj girls' team.
too bad they kind of got trashed.
haha.
and then some of them played badminton, and the rest just sat down with me and talked about stuff.
nice bunch.
and then left them to go do lysistrata statue thing for players.
sounds simple enough. to stone without moving in a costume.
not so easy.
kids like me can't keep still for 3 seconds.
and i couldn't keep the same crossed leg pose cause the gold paint i had on my body made everything smoother and my legs kept slipping off each other.
and the costume had a slit slashed all the way up to upper thigh.
not very easy to sit down in and hide cellulite.
but it was quite fun actually.
no specs which made it easier.
but there are always the people who come up to you and scream in your ear to see if you do anything.
just because we don't respond doesn't mean that we're deaf la.
but it was good
5 hours of stoning.
got to watch people go about doing their stuff.
keeping still was the hardest though.
and breathing slowly..
and staring into space.
eyes started tearing after 4th hour.
kept going.
and my ac boys came back later while i was a statue and tried to make me laugh.
they almost did.
almost.
told them earlier on that if they touched me while i was a statue i'd slap them.
guess they thought that i was serious. haha.
and then there was ra publicity.
which was fun.
helen tan just stared at me for 5 minutes.
so i stared back.
and out-stared her.
haha.
and ariff chan bought the ra magazine so that he could pose next to me and take a picture.
cute in a weird nerdy bio teacher way.
it wasn't like i was the statue of liberty or anything.
he too tried to outstare me and then gave up and muttered "amazing.." and then walked away.
standing for 2 hours straight is no easy feat.
my legs hurt like crazy after that.
couldn't even stand straight.
still beat the boys' record, which is kind of cool. but i'm sure that if they were serious, they would definitely be able to out stone me.
so that was openhouse.
sold 158 copies of ra.
kind of bad since it was the openhouse issue.
and the woman decided to print 1000 copies.
oh well.
there was back of the canteen sales.
in which hong yan and i did *a lot* of shifts.
and still only sold 96.
kind of irritating when you have a shift, and the person for the next shift doesn't turn up and you're stuck doing that person's shift for them and skipping chem lecture.
especially since people should stop tempting me to skip lectures since i've skipped way too many already.
still way away from target. so hongyan and i are ponning school tomorrow to go to crescent and try to sell.
we're a useless pair.
after botc sales on monday, i was trying to convince her to skip school the next day.. and she was trying to convince me to come.
so in the end, she ponned school and i turned up.
well i turned up. and then had civics. and then went with mel and deb to holland v to stone around..
hazelnut starbucks. cream and chocolate sauce.
and orange chocolate flavoured lip stain from bodyshop which is *so* yummy it makes it worth being a girl.
and came back for one period of biology prac. and then went home.
2 periods a day in school. well one since civics is hardly a subject.
marvellous.
today was pw dry run.
not too bad.
did pretty ok.
pravin is suprisingly charismatic.
people were actually listening to him.
after that went for lunch.
the boys in my class are so childish.
zheng kept banging into me on the way to ghim moh for lunch.
nearly would have pushed me into the drain if ranon hadn't been there.
and karl.
eurgh.
for a person who got 4 as for his promos..
he's disgustingly childish.
grabbed my phone and texted "i miss you" to mc tay.
wonderful.
so pravin grabbed vid's phone and messaged the same message to mc tay.
to like "get me out of trouble" or something.
and vid got damn pissed.
so while she was walloping him, i took the opportunity to grab karl's phone and message the same message to mctay, shang, shawn loh and other people i saw in his phonebook.
mctay's going to have a fit having to pay for all the i miss yous.
and after that karl and pravin and i were walking back and karl had to throw away the plastic bag with all the food.. and the bag was too big for the dustbin hole, so he fought with the dustbin for a while and managed to force it in.
and then came up to me and wiped all the dustbin slime on my arm.
scream.
i could have just slapped him.
i know you want to hear me speak
but i'm afraid that if i start to
i'll never stop.
i want you to know
you belong in my life
i love the hope i see in your eyes.
for you i would fly
at least i would try
for you i'd take
the last flight out.
i cannot hold back the truth no more
i let you wait too long
although it's hard and scares me so
a life without you scares me more.
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