lost phone.
yes. condolences are accepted.
will post again when i come up with something.
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 |
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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.
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