give me random

give me a civilized afternoon and i'll blog again

2006-04-07T00:12:00.000+08:00

i am sitting here feeling very very SMUG, because i have just experienced the illumination to life's biggest and our nation's most historically authentic mysteries.

i have overworked myself today, i have!

rgs - jo twerp evelyn michelle
tcc - aparna, kelly, evelyn michelle
icekimo - shoujie

(shoot me now michelle But.)

i am talented, artistic, intuitive, and yes miss pang, i will always always use my heart.

(pounds "the pledge" spot emphatically)

i am still smug.

coolbeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnns.

Let Me Count The Ways I Shouldn't Be Alive

2006-03-15T23:35:00.000+08:00

49 music albums

2 television series

16 films on dvds

Lost : Season 2

The Office : Season 1 & 2

Y Tu Mama Tambien

Confidence

Farewell my Concubine

Casablanca

Sylvia

Coffee and Cigarettes

A Very Long Engagement

Rent

Capote

Good Night and Good Luck

The Producers

Eros

Confessions of a Dangerous Mind

The Color Purple

Pulp Fiction

Million Dollar Baby

New Old Stuff:

Munich

The Constant Gardener

Rumor Has It

Courtesy of the Land of S cenic Bridges

2006-02-17T23:04:00.000+08:00

Syriana

Brokeback Mountain

North Country

Jarheads

Walk The Line

Fearless

Memoirs of a Geisha

so much to recount and even more procrastination

Look Ma, No Eyebrows

2006-02-12T22:04:00.000+08:00

so eleanor take a greenpoint three-point turn towards the hidden sun says:
omg, wtf is that
something else for once says:
ice cream moustache?
so eleanor take a greenpoint three-point turn towards the hidden sun says:
ohh ice cream
something else for once says:
ahahaha omg WHAT were you thinking?
so eleanor take a greenpoint three-point turn towards the hidden sun says:
hey it's shiny and sticky!
something else for once says:
ANDI.

Say Hello to Birthday Princess Kelly

2006-02-11T17:19:00.000+08:00

and Lucas and Aparna
and Andi, Adeline and I who are awfully camera shy.

No More Lunches For Me and You, You and You

2006-02-10T16:39:00.000+08:00

Today the curtains close on my easy sidewalk life, and I think i've found the best formula for my idea of existence until august. Hauled up for an interview with the principal of Nanyang Primary School at 8 this morning anddddd I'm primarily put in charge of the structural revamp of their Prefectorial Board because i've got the words Good Councillor marqueeing across my forehead. Can you believe this? Hired for a flat rate of 1k, and irony of all ironies, without needing to teach. Permanent staff til august, and the principal's pretty taken to the cambodian fundraiser, and would like me to coordinate their annual staff cip trip to visit the angkor children hospital, and possibly accompany them to China in June for a couple of weeks to supervise the student participants. Randomness at its most most agreeable. Commencing work this monday which means Urgent Wardrobe Overhaul because berms are not the best kind of school uniform.

yayyyyy. and blee won't be more than 100 metres away at nanyang kindergarden and since we pretty much knock off at 3 pm - that means good company and cute little thingums! Vunderful.

Vunderful. and that's the word reserved for Brokeback Premiere at Lido on Wednesday night (well there's certainly some qualifications here) and the discovery of Princep/Middle/Rochor/Waterloo streets/NAFA Open House + dinner with aparna and michelle last evening. Vunderful is also the label i hope someone will attach to her birthday surprise tmr =)

"teacher i forgot to hug you" aww.

2006-02-07T16:40:00.000+08:00

Hello world!
(look, sense of humour!)

I've just woken up from an hour long nap, pallid, really, by any standards ive come across and it's left me more exhausted and dehydrated than before. ugh. i must have fallen asleep with the niggling uregency to blog, because i woke up reminding myself about it, and also reminding myself why - quite simply because if i dont do it now i'll forget everything, you know, like my e700, dkny watch, starbucks bottle, U2 ipod. yeaaaaaah. im blogging for myself! and a few bribed fans. =) and it's kept to bare daily minimums and pictures i'd like to tune in to no matter where i may be on the globe - im pretty certain my intellectual opinions will be carried to my grave, and my precious music, it shall be piped into my coffin.

"hello what is your name?"
"my name is ber-neeese"
"where is your mummy?"

welcome to nanyang kindergarden, where im known for a day as Lin Laoshi, where if you're not looking out you might be running over kids, where unreasonable wails over petty imaginary wounds can altogether disappear if you'd pretend to blow at it, where i am most ineffectual as a partial teacher when they're singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and an assortment of cutesey baby songs in mandarin and more specifically, in an octave i reach ONLY when im being tickled. nothing short of embarassing really. imagine holding a kid and guiding her in all the steps without singing along - you know,it's like muting Hi5 while it's playing; people dont look happy, they just look possessed. But i know deep down inside, the kids love me. I who baby speak in chinese too and I who translate every mandarin instruction into baby english specially for them. And the one who wailed all day for mummy and clung to me like a koala to tree ought to really. Just because she's cute she got away with leaving behind a patch of tears/mucus/sweat/drool on my left shoulder after a 30 min nap. IS THAT BLEE'S SURVIVAL TACTIC TOO? only jon would know -grin

i was thoroughly sapped but you know, happy. almost satisfied. isn't that disgusting? i've never had that many hugs and kisses in a day; and i must have washed my hands at least 20 times over while helping the little ones wash theirs. Good to see michelle too, who was there to teach speech and drama, which we both agreed is ridiculous because the kids are almost always completely drained by then and tend to get cranky. hahaha sounds like aparna doesnt it. and funny thing really, how only yesterday we were both along boat quay for tea which stretched til dinner moping, and sighing in the way you would only if you're being philosophical about life. words clearly are overrated, though possibly not in the case of a fallen bagel (me, no less) because coffee bean would be happy to compensate for your stupidity if you dont mind confessing without a screen.

highlights of this week came in early - a confirmed internship slot with Youth Challenge, and a relief teaching slot at my primary school. also rudimentary plans about a fundraiser for the angkor children hospital i visited last dec with smriti and jessica, and the sending off of my mt sinai shots to an ST photog to gauge their decency before i contact ora with my suggestions. more income, and more constructiveness. life can't get better until 17th of feb (or its equivalent) comes along.

wokay. time for backtracking in our heelies.

Monday, 6th Feb -- Smriti + Michelle

>>> between the above line to all that follows i have had playground-prata with vaish, and aparna on the phone, who's possibly contemplating making me fork out a sum for an additional purple concelaer for dark rings because you know, it's my fault that she called me with something to rant about. SO. that was a hiatus of 6 hours from 8pm to 2am. procrastination is me =)

smriti for lunch! smack at the heart of raffles place in what else but my uniform and salmon haviannas hahahaa. why, why does everyone look so unhappy? amazing isnt it, even on my train ride back eventually people are impatient, and yet not looking the least bit enthusiastic about heading home. enterprising afternoon. it's official we're holding a fundraiser for the angkor children's hospital, and more info will come this way. suffice to say it's the same purpose i had in mind for the ora plan, and it will only be a good thing if everything coincides beautifully. But you know it's always reassuring to know that no matter how ambitious a plan is, smriti's one to get it done, by hook, by crook, or with a generous helping of chance God finds within himself to dole out. but really another day for that. Oh yea if i forgot to mention because chocolate milkshake was congesting my mouth, i have missed you TOO. and im throughly impressed that you've finally figured out how to navigate the worldwideweb.

michelle! what an odd day really, languishing by the coffee bean along boat quay, watching bumboats fart river water, finding ourselves surrounded by french families equally taken by the weather apparently - that's what i call retiring early. hahahaha and after some philopsophical (no less) musings about Love, Sex and RockandRoll we've concluded that with our ad hoc existence we're not anywhere near being bums. Always good to know delusion is not a private thing ha. Good day. Even better weather. Bad, bad bagels.

Sunday, 5th Feb - Andi, Belle

appleberryjuice is flowing to australia! didn't get about seeing the little thimgum off at the airport on tues, and since i have wilfully skipped my class party andi and i met her at Gelare citilink instead, with a Happy House Psychedelic (what else do they do really) Heart blanket sheepishly in tow. great catching up, though admittedly not the most natural of company but well. life goes on. and an awful day, overrall, plans with yingsze and aparna thwarted by familial commitments which is nothing short of painful when you're not even a supermom.

Saturday, 4th Feb - aparna, kelly + family

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA. only way to describe this, manically, thanks to only 2 hours of nap. After kelly and i sucessfully brought forward the Auspicious Hour for aparna to rouse from sleep (let's see, I cld have called for a forklift ) which took me through 45 pages of Memoirs we popped off to coffee bean Forum, which once again reeks of michelle. hahaa god i actually have Social Themes now. While im content with my English Breakfast, aps had TWO sets of breakfasts, and kelly, the one with bagel had the foresight to scoot off right after she's done. because we spent the next few hours supermums and superkids watching, before popping off to toys r us to convince ourselves, once and for all, that sea monkeys watches and necklaces should get on the cover of vogue.

Along the way aparna found time to blog about it on her {Write It Right Computer}! coolbeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeans.

Just because your ideal pet dogs would lick your toes just to please doesnt mean you've got the right to overfeed them.

PSC are you looking at this? Clearly we make good civil servants.

This one, aparna's got an unfair advantage over me. She's just got to snore as she did the night before and she'd complete the part.

BUMBLE JEWS! hahaha what's not to love.

and seriously, im pretty certain i was dead beat.

After that was family dinner! DIY korean bbq, and my paternal grandmother came down to join
my mom's side of the family for this messy thingum which was quite alot of fun, espeically when it came down to the blowing of my aunt's birthday candles, jerica proudly proclaimed that she knew the birthday girl's too old and would crowd out the cake and hence asked for only 1 candle. hahahaa priceless. sparklers time! with the Common Crowd of lucas jerica cousin joni and the two oldest persons (grandmommas). it's so cute seeing my maternal GM holding the hands of my paternal GM simply because the former's almost emaciated while the latter's gravity's darling and really you can't tell if she's trying to help the other one balance, or simply making sure she isnt about to get blown off by the wind.

Lucas! who stood there quietly, mesmerized, with his sparklers outstretched to his arms' fullest while the rest of us ran around trying to set each other on fire. Poor child; just because his mummy told him to. and everytime they went out uncle eric had to replace them.

Oh, and awhile later i was mindless enough to step into the shallowest part of the pool without my sandals and the kids were so on cue, they just poured into it like lemmings. a bit of a chaos, since my aunts had to come down with towels good parenting advice hahaha but hey cmon, kids are happy =)

Big boy now, marvelling at his illusionary lightsaber.

Friday, 3rd Feb - worm, brian + aparna kelly

very very random day. hahaa met worm and brian for tea at Toast, which for some reason failed to charm with its pink tiles any longer. and i recall thinking somethign about expiry date, and it's one of the places you outgrow, like coffee club. air hockey's down which made me veyr very unhappy. when i own 15 million dollars i'd buy a few of those machines and make sure it gets on the olympics list of tournaments. Scorched Garden yingsze! anyway, did my rounds abt town and got the tickets to our triple movie marathon set at such flawless sequence - matchpoint at 7, walk the line at 9.35 and constant gardener at 12.35 but ah our conscience's revived to realize kelly wont be appeased with only greentea and vanilla haagen daz which we brought in eventualy. =) decent movies, both. We've found the breeziest spot at orchard! at the junction between shaw and pacific coffee club! right before you cross the road. My god talk about wind in hair it was almost an inspiring moment, which naturally lends itself to a revisit 15 mins later. People must have thought we were mad. For more information head to aparna's blog anyway im not one for details - only bad pictures of people.

well nothing could contain her excitement as she discovered a worm within the roast veggie wrap from Toast, and conjured beautiful plans of sudden legal entitlement to free subscription to Vogue, Amazon vouchers, Club 21 platinum privilege cards.

Now we all know what makes a budding fashionista happy. -grin

on an unrelated note, i've got a hunch she doesnt like onions much.

Sat by kelly's pool from what, 1-6am? interrupted only by the chronic need to bathe. anyone visiting kelly's place the should really catch her phallic cactus. im not kidding. it's a cactus so peculiarly shaped you wont be needing much imagination. aparna fell asleep in the exact same position as vaish did at the ritz suite, hahaha a position i had taken advantage of HAHAHA perhaps it's an yindian thang. breeze was amazing what a surreal sleepover all in all. Talking to keep the other person awake's quite a formidable feat. an episode to catalogue!

Thursday, 2nd Feb - michelle + adeline

wheeee since i reached home only at 6am that day, i shall leave all before dawn activity to wednesday's flashback, because it's official - my day starts at 12pm, not 12am. tea with adeline at holland v, and thereafter went traipsing about in search for pets and i kept spilling ribena all over the both of us without realzing. ha were we moping? we're not, right? thank god for her existence.

Wednesday, 1st Feb - shoujie, ian, claud, vaish + michelle

Liquid Kitchen! popped by jerica's to print thumbnails of mt sinai shots for claud, and came along iana and viash with pint of tiramisu. good stuff. cabbed down to pick claud for Liquid Kitchen! hahaa i shall not debate about the food or the prices either way, i couldnt have found more connction with ian when he went "vaish i mean.. really sharp" when she offered her tongue to an ian attemting to slice through industrial strength scotchtape. off we traipsed to shoujie's attic for desperate hosuewives refresher, and some really dubious massaging video, and general mindless fun over for the first time, Only yakult and cola. ha.

if claud ever decides to stand for local elections as a one woman party she's already got herself a campaign poster.

match stick boy. who is so angular we all concluded could be folded out of paper like origami.

so i got home around 11 and met michelle the fart online, and out of sheer spontaneity decided to explore the yin and the yang of jurong fishery port, arriving there only at 2am after prata supper, for which i had to cab from bishan to peya lebar back to thomson for to pick a fragile little thingum too unfit to walk out of her estatem but absolutely fit for a 4 hour trek from th furthest end of jurong to ayer rajah, to west coast, to tanah mas merah, to clementi on foot. that's how COOL WE WERE. hahaa

Fishy Business in Captions -

So i got home at 6am, having survived stray dogs, olfactory assault, street signs (we kept heading toward CITY like lost pilgrims) thirst, 11 km (and counting), amusing camera modes like Pet, Children, Plants, Party! which this little thingum carries about - see im reciprocating ha.

when you look small beside a lamppost, well.... that'll be about right. I know im the one with ramdom ideas and a momentary fear of carnivorous plants BUT what's an expedition without the most gamesome Bum around. Bum, lah, bum. =) it's ok because you're not alone, not with a fan in aparna. hahaaa.

Tuesday + Monday = losing 70 bucks to various family members and good food!

more excitingly, now with 5 empty Absolut bottles between us, my cousin Joni and i are gonna go about making our own lava lamps.

I'll turn my Absolut Raspberri into a lampshade in full faith that a lamp atop a red bottle would be gorgeous. and with instructions for DIY lava lamps we're gonna attempt at something wonderful. If you dont do such things now, WHEN?.

Official Press Release

2006-02-03T12:20:00.000+08:00

ladies and boys, presenting to you

wrung much ironically from within the Land of Scenic Bridges where the film is apparently banned.

Thank you nash! and nash's unidentified female friend =)

Opening only on the 16th, but come NEXT WEEK weeeee shall be one of the first few in singapore to catch it in high resolution.

Be Very Nice To Me if you'd like a private screening!

dreams are made of these

2006-01-29T21:23:00.000+08:00

i have, despite being a Reckless Bitch for the past 3 days, been a very happy girl. -megawatt grin- and not only getting away with it where 3 people are concerned (ahah) but was also reminded of how much ive come to miss Michelle Tan Yih Ting when this angelic child taught me that empty pickle jars in the most extreme of cases can also be used to store human organs - the last time i read the papers martha stewart was trying to patent the idea.

Chinese New Year, good fun. and im thankful unlike a thousand others stewing in familial angst out there i quite like my relatives. save for the fact that This Year, when they go "you've grown" I Know they're not autopilloting.

the chinese new year deserves a countdown too =) Let's carry on from where a healthy post-op Uncle Edward has left off :

Friday, 27th Jan - andi + aparna

crazy fantastic day. had to babysit brandon til 5pm, which isn't a problem at all considering we've got xbox at our disposal. and of cos we were playing the Shrek game. imparted our jc days' pared down version of tabletennis which use to occupy our tables and breaks to him and ha he's been hooked ever since. i was pretty good at it i think. =) trawled bugis area with andi right after for "quirky beauty shops" ( i am merely playing photographer) and after two futile fantastic owner chat-ups, we left nothing. the one on cheap spectacle frames imported from china wanted to lie low (amazing frames for <100 bucks im SO returning after this season's windfall) and the other deals with original fragrances in an assortment of unauthorized bottles, hence. quite honestly i dont see why terrorists wont release sarin gas all over parco and bugis my god the people took quite alot to stop wincing. rushed down to town to meet miss sanjiv, who's just graduated from her first yoga trial class and dinner at pizza walker was almost sinful, hahaa for reasons besides the calorie count. HAHA. im getting good at my mish and mash of company. when sushma returns i'll introduce her to everyone and we shall thereafter be properly married. -grin after comparing notes on certain subjects and a few rg ghost stories later it was a cab ride back to bishan, sph, and then i adjounred to indochine forbidden city with our dear dear overworked sph reporter to suss out good looking people for an urban column. It was some special australian event featuring DJ X (gee and we thought DJ nasty was bad) and the remix of Hung Up totally kicked ass and still ladies and boys, andi did not even move. let alone twitch. michael q i thought of you! for obvious reasons.

Common Crowd : we must do this again okayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. it was most invigorating, though andi wasnt very convinced. but it's ok some alcohol will do the job.

this is a version of Mr. M.chael E.vans submerged in water for 36 hours. with his folded pants and beer belly he did his signiature scarecrow moves, all alone, atop the new dancing platform which doubled up as an aquarium with what looked like hot pnik pirahnas. with that sort of music and not having the option of drowning themselves, i dont think the appreciating putting the boom boom into their hearts.

He's got guts. and alcohol in them. Thankfully along came two Hot Men dirty dancing each other. WOW alright. WOW. It was almost Babylon all over again.

A few in there are Hot. Only because they're oozing charm, not their garb. hence it's tricky for bitesize photography. but in came this malaysian model who was exactly all that we were looking for and she arrests even your nose goodness. coolbeans. gave us her phone number. very sweet. i hope she makes it pass her script reading!

wheeeeeee us. were without our MAC makeup so obviously only shadows are allowed.

design of clarke quay is highly questionable it was almost 3am and even in our woozy state this one hell of a i-dunno-what. trunk? phallus? loud hailer?! stopped us in our tracks even without having to look very hard. it's redeemed only by the artistic rays captures in the shot but really my god. it made us stand still for 3 whole seconds, marvelling at the sheer possibility of Blee, her arms frantically flailing away in the far corner in front of the Horn, in the event of an alien invasion, squeeling

"Take me! TAKE meeeeeee!" =)

Saturday, 28th Jan

WELL. im supposed to walk aparna from pandan valley down to botanics at 8am, but it was foiled (initially - that girl took off on her own) because she was half aching from yoga, the sun was too enthusiastic, and i woke at noon, and that's how i concluded abt the sun. =) it was plain unfortunate that i had to strip my bed and put on my own bed covers (inclusive of 5 pillows and 2 bolsters) because that did not only take TWO WHOLE HOURS (exertions in short spurts are good for the brain, scientists say) it gave me a runny nose thanks to unsettled dust. i was so exhausted i slept from 3-6pm and woke in time for reunion dinner at Lei Gardens. the ultimate matriarch's idea every year ahaaha but truly kicks ass dim sum? im Not complaining.

because aparna was so disappointed that she hasn't seen me for the day, she came along for prata supper! ha. and we collected our Bunny shirts finally and omg like piddles said those Bunny lines are made for me. Because blee's got one which screams "Cute But Psycho", aparna and i figured we fit the description too, if not in parts anyway, so we both got that. let's wear it at kelly's sleepover this friday, sanjiv! hahaha my two other shirts declares "It's Cute How You Are So Stupid" and of cos, The Message that Nasty has been trying to convey to everyone, that "I'm Not Mean, You're Just Sissy". nothing short of brilliant. popped off to the temple for the first time with my aunts and uncles to experience how things are like, and being mired in an entire wave of lit, ashing jocksticks is just not funny. i was tearing So Bad all because of the smoke that they had half a mind to pray for me. then again im tragic like that - i stood 2m away from annabelle who was dicing onions at class party and still the evil thing made me cry. fragile, i am.

how can anyone not adore the spontaneity that sonyericsson 750i allows.

Sunday, 29th Jan

windfall windfall! ha. at my paternal grandmother's home, and since im the youngest of the whole line of cousins everyone babies me around. my mum and aunts cook personally at big occasions, and most of the adults were impressed by me stirring the curry. Ha. Until my mum had to tell the whole world about my bedsheets changing skills. Well, i'd to think that im merely detail oriented. =) Today im the well mannered Dream Kid who did brilliantly well at college (HA) - you know it's pointless telling the truth, because truth in Some situations apparently translates into modesty so there. Tomorrow, ooooooh tmr i'd be paddling both Absolut bottles at my maternal grandmother's (need to empty out supplies to have the bottles custom made into gorgeous lamps) and staking double digit sums at the makeshift gambling table for blackjack, flanked by the sweet sweet blood of lucas and jerica, all riped for corruption =)

i decided to turn the telly off mdway through Anna and the King before the insipid battle scene comes on. apparently its predecessors are better. but well, for an orientalist film im content with the credible portrayal of love without Sex. truly a rarity, the other ones being The Village, and King Kong, if you're feeling adventurous.

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Come next week, im looking at 4am trips to the fishery wholesale at jurong / korean marathon / LEGITIMATE visit to the Carnivorous Plants exhibition at botanics (looooong undiginifeid story for another time) / sleepover! /Liquid Kitchen by any other name / Claud+Worm's protraitures.

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more on Portraitures the next time. my project for Feb and March. January's Project on old rjc has finally found some constructive purpose ahead of my planned photoblog for it. RJC heritage archives have requested for a selection. Thanks be to people with whom i have inundated all sorts of shots with - you have been encouraging really, feels strange to be saying it here, but i do appreciate it. someday, ha someday i'll find someway to make a living out of it.

overheard "Bree, we could practically screen Imax movies on your forehead."

2006-01-26T21:08:00.000+08:00

I have been gainfully unemployed and yet sleep deprived. Halliburton is a fantastic name for an elephant, or a fat cat. How did i gather that? through the (almost daily now) post lunch phone conversations with the-rupee-scheme-daughter-of-sanjiv-girl. =)

The last place in Singapore i'd expect to catch a decent sunrise at is the 6th level of Ward 7 of the General Hospital.

related news: Edward has reprised his talkative being just 2 hours after his spinal surgery which is more than decent. and thanks for concerned queries - next time, dial the 1800- number.

unrelated news: Shoujie's to be release from captivity from Saturday to Thursday which makes necessary another Liquid Kitchen session. -grin WHEN did we even require such Lame Excuses to sit around a table and whisper into our cocktail glasses?

once upon a time Lucas punctuated his laughter with a softly whimpered "laugh".

2006-01-24T23:52:00.000+08:00

i say CLICK again!

2006-01-24T17:13:00.000+08:00

the angkor wat

I say CLICK.

2006-01-24T00:37:00.000+08:00

exclusive Memoirs of a Geisha trailer.

#2#

2006-01-22T18:34:00.000+08:00

vard a wheek! vard dhoo wheeks! grrrrr/vard?/ouch.

"Hnh", you say, whatthe(insertFuckhere) was that. i don't know you know, i knew i wanted an entry on the Past Two Weeks and out of sheer spontaenous inanity that came through. it's therapeutic that way, discovering your inner Animaniac and having the courage to share, hoping to suss out other victims of contaminated water. Like this:

in the past 2 weeks (this phrase comes in huge doses, hence it shall be summarized into #2#) i have visited two neo print booths. I could understand most of the instructions, knew where to put the magnetic pen to, and where from to collect the processed shots (used to be directly below the screen but the new machines make you walk to the sides now). For 8 bucks men get to be adorned with tiaras, and your zits are concealed with beaming suns; i got myself a pair of eyebrows finally and AngelinaJolie's lips, which was in fact Throbbing to some hidden rhythm --- now that's what i call technology. Then there were vaish and shoujie, neoprints accesories for free.

#2# there was In Her Shoes, Le Grand Voyage (unexcessive - i approve), Memoirs of a Geisha. a few trips to Balcony, and new additions to the Common Crowd include Yingsze (i really shouldnt be putting this down here but she's been approached for bridal modelling) Miss Chong and Manu - who's one of the more decent people i've met. What annoys me is the way the word Nice is so abused - "oh yea she's er.. nice". Cmon, everyone is. Niceness is latent where people and their self interests are concerned. Even in diplomacy to reduce a person down to something as fundementally expected as Nice really isn't saying alot; about you or the party in question. Randomly my cover count stands at 17. ALL but rachael yamagata's and that's just tragic.

Many rounds of Air Hockey later we arrive at school! There's the RJC Archives crew and a Miss Lai terrorising kids with diagnostic tests (kelly this is plain freaky right after typing LAI Tim signs in on MSN). There's Subway now goodness those pampered farts and a guided tour into the staff room and tea with S.owden, R.olly, both of whom are looking better this year - S's gone less tubby, but otherwise as provocative with his atom smasher and hamster moves, all of which he provided a demonstration of smack in the middle of the canteen and knowing S.owden he hardly holds anythign back hahaa. Puts Jane Fonda to shame, really. (waves to Andi) After playing professional news anchor to a gp essay which read like episode of Crimewatch "the girls... were tempered with" dealing also with "maid abusement", the ridiculous mental image of policemen pointing their guns at a television really sticks. Media, a vile vile thing, because it shows what adults are up to while we're all asleep.

While at the archives combatting Dust, (which in my opinion is so much more invisible and pervasive a threat than for example, osama and his television crew), two councillors came along meekly asking for old rjc shots for a student project (finally an aesthetic Welfare project). i say Meekly not because they were polite to death by chance, but because a working Claudia in a top stating "I DO MY OWN STUNTS" tells you very subtly, that a demonstration would involve more than the mobilization of our army. Isn't it a pity if our beloved nsboys won't even experience the pulsating joy of wind in their hair at the frontline, contending with the bellowing rmun Legend -grin (waves teenie gin bottle!) Anyway executive summary reads : I am a good councillor, hence i decided to hike to mt sinai and do the shots up myself.

Was it wednesday? yes it was. After cookie dough kneading which was therapy i headed down to mt sinai on bus 156 for some quality Quiet Time with zhongxing's ipod. Which felt so good. There was the rain which stranded me at the Jelita bus stop for 2 hours in part because i stubbornly refuse to enter Jelita just in case i lose something AGAIN. My mind's got an amazing capacity for short clips - walking up the mt sinai stretch with debra after track, etc etc. There's just something comforting about busstops - you're at the interim of things; there's almost nothing to do except wait for things to come to you. Even ennui in the most unfortunate of mental frame is itself a luxury. and i could recall how Ruth told me in sec 3 (times where she would rub refrigerated L'oreal hair gel into my hair, pour chloringe down my back... yes such a Ruth existed) she would sit at the 92 bus stop for the longest of time and look pastthe low walls and occasionally catch Mariko playing tennis. Just how random is that. Didnt make it down to the school gates that day, headed back for the final prata supper before shoujie gets beaten up in ns.

Come thursday, more cookie and more mt sinai. and thanks to the pestbusters before me i neednt have to climb the gates. Nostalgia doesnt even begin to describe it. Chonglin asked what's my song for 2004 and it's got to be John Mayer's St Patrick's Day. NUS high school has since moved out and the place has decolourized so badly. Heartbreaking in its own way. The colours are gone and even the erect yellow sign Strictly No Trespassers looked more halfhearted than ironic as i sauntered in. Everything's in various state of decay; TSes were fenced up, certain pathways on levels above the first are cordoned by metallic gates ive never noticed existed. Council room's overriden by NUS Arts, which made such a bad imitation of Keith Harring for its entrace design, and that mildly agitated me, the councillor, and the daft one who paid 40 bucks sing for a collection of a dozen of Keith Harring's designer stickers while in Taipei. Im thinking a gallery for the shots, which i am personally taken to. My personal project for the month. Possibly hosting it up at http://fleshphotography.blogspot.com (terrible misnomer i know). All done in sepia, not as a cheap shot at artistic cred, but decaying colours are just so distracting in most cases, and there's no better way to accentuate the geometry of old rj.

Liquid Kitchen that evening, shoujie out with 6 girls. hahaha funky little thing off thomson.
Indians, rounding up lice with their bare hands. Fork and spoon are clearly way too complicated.

Andi the poor overworked child sneaked us into sph while she went upstairs to steal her own wallet.

overheard at Maestro Bistro, shoujie: "omg look if all five pieces of ice melt we'll have five puddles of water!"

Three of us adjourned to Goodwood on our ambitious traipse back to thomson from town on foot. We were most unfortunately ambushed by papadums at komalas along novena and bussed home. hahaa. At 5, i probably still believed tomatoes grew on trees, and at that point in time I had imagined them to look like that.

Went back with chonglin to mt sinai again yesterday, and tested out the route from ghim moh to wheelocks. What was uncanny was on bus 156, while i was all woozy i woke up and caught a petite RI boy, seated upright with his schoolbag still on his shoulders, legs propped apart, hands on knees, and i thought to myself, he's got quite a presence for that measly amount of mass. He was staring out pensively, and i played artistic voyeur and took a shot:

soft colours here makes much sense. From this point onwards i shall illustrate my thought process. As he turned to face the direction of motion, judging from his profile, i thought: 1) What dramatic eye lashes 2) he's indian 3) OH MY GOD IS HE APARNA'S BROTHER?! so the minute i landed at the Jelita busstop i rang aps to confirm that her brother's indeed expected home in 10 minutes and had a good laugh. What killed my joy was Chonglin's refusal to climb the gates because she's in a skirt. Welllllllll. Other unrelated news : mark chen brought Ribena into camp hahahah and has since become a laughing stock =)

#2# the Familial theme played out on quite a few occasions - the whole world connected by blood or wedding bands was mobilized into various stages of the production of choc chips cookies and pineapple tarts, both of which are good, but thankful not my kind of thing. Great fun, and almost envious sibling love. Sent Uncle Edward to GH for his pre-op check up, in prep for his surgery to remove a clot in the blood and ease up his gout this coming thursday. The first time i've been at the hospital for more than an hour really (6 hours in fact), and for reasons other than the births of my 3 younger cousins. I'm ill exposed to sickness and deaths; come to think of it my first and last attendance at a funeral thus far was President Wee's at the Istana, sent by the school. I'd not like to think im blessed in any way... messy private things they are. What's amazing about Uncle Edward is his sense of humour and quite honstly i can see myself being like that. To the nurse who's extracting enuogh blood to fill 5 tubes for testing he named her Dracula -grin She wasnt amused, that poor overworked thing. But goodness i was trying so hard not to laugh out loud aahahaha and that old man due for op (he's 74 but looks nothing like it) looked so pleased with himself, having prodded at people taking life too seriously.

Dracula, ha. He deserves an entry for himself.

Life, in general, has been invigorating. Like adeline im thoroughly convinced (and am secretly thrilled) by the fact that left to my own devices Ennui has eluded me. It's always reassuring to know that one fine day when im sitting on 15 million bucks, gainfully unemployed, i won't be bored. Unless of cos, you're married to aparna. grin.

"men's eagles like to enter women's caves"

2006-01-21T23:07:00.000+08:00

no kidding.

As I Was Saying...

"you know, i really want to write for a food magazine, except you've got to taste food and eat So Much"

2006-01-19T23:26:00.000+08:00

chonglin's one of those gems you encounter quarter-life who provides executive summaries to the most profound paradoxes in life; and then help you decide that it really isnt worth living. Memoirs was wow. well perhaps not the first half but gongli in her restraint fury is incredibly erotic - watch it for her (who else could carry off a name like Hatsumomo which sounds like the term for a stampede of fifteen thousand safari citizens) , next for ken watanabe (ooh) and then for michelle yeoh. young Sakuri is very easy on the eye. every scene makes for a good still. that shall be all to my shallow movie review of the week.

sifting out the rj shots now to decide which frames i'm missing, and returning on saturday with a certain Miss Chong for another bout of nostalgia. and then, midnight pilgrimage, evening style - i say it took 3 hours to traipse to town she says 1hour and her legs run up to her armpits but really they cant be That much longer.

hello sushma! updates will come soon.

for zhongxing and shoujie,

be still, don't fidget, don't cry.

raffles junior college, mt sinai. cab fare $7.40

2006-01-19T00:56:00.000+08:00

there was once i cabbed to school, arrived 10 mins before rolly's tutorial with only a blue pen and my New Imperialism position paper printed out 30 mins ago in my bedroom.

I CANNOT WAIT TO POST THEM ALL UP.

the third eye

2006-01-17T01:54:00.000+08:00

finally blogging in real time. it's 1.55 am now and ive just received an sms from mom, and more specifically from the bedroom adjacent to mine saying

"2am alrdy, stil nt sleepg?"

over breakfast before we, yes, mother and daughter embark on choc chip EGGLESS cookie making i shall find a diplomatic way of saying "mummy cut that sms lingo out it's So Uncool."

raging munjan alcoholic girl cares for her indian Vegan friend (s) =)

im going to turn in now before the All Knowing One rings and harangue me, a month later, over my phone bills.

For Matt, who makes sipping plain water suddenly seem sexy

2006-01-16T10:18:00.000+08:00

is it recess yet?

2006-01-16T00:50:00.000+08:00

its a pity we never pulled whowouldhaveguessed.blogspot.com after all! -- chonglin, you have forced me into a 45 minutes college flashback which i could really have done without because im stewing in my seat, looping chris martin wailing Sparks and telling myself what a song to take to the bridge. but there shall be no room for procrastination because my bum has covered all of the area there is to my seat. usually blogging brings with it a shade of self consciousness, though im not sure if that's xiaxue's policy as well but right now i dont feel fit for multitasking and chrismartin's melancholic (what a dramatic word) I say "oh"I cry "oh"Yeah I saw sparksYeah I saw sparksAnd I saw sparksYeah I saw sparks Sing it out paralyses you, just like anything track from carla bruni. and i feel a little pissed off, and very manipulated by a song which has stripped me of the dexterity to more constructive forms of protest like, push the off button. i'd like to make a living out of lamenting into the microphone too; failing which i shall fall back on plan B to conquer the world -- it has come under my knowledge that a few other people i know share this aspiration, well, tough. english nazis (though there's only one official one, you know they seldom march alone) dont even think about it - especially since im going to be hitler when i stop pretending to be sleepy and excuse myself from incoherence.

what exactly is whowouldhaveguessed.blogspot.com? this question doesnt make sense does it. it's a splitscreen blogging template chonglin and i contemplated as usual, in my case without much consideration of the technical feasibility. it was a Plan, like how blee and i wanted to take a train to KL, the one which passes by the old rjc for a different feel and look of the specs gal. the specs gal - smriti remember how we sat at the stands? and caught firas and jeanette in a thriller extending from the canteen to the specs gal? we were the quintessential kaypohs (not paparazzis only because my e700A's zoom was pathetic). if not for that particular Prudential commercial break we'd have pushed each other off, three storeys down, because we didnt agree with the other party's explanation of Xenophobia. wasn't that romantic?

it was. of cos things got more heated when we were joined by 3 policemen mats in the deserted school canteen on a sunday asking for our identifications to verify if we were indeed students of rjc. what was i doing i don't know really but i couldnt forget how daft you were to tell them we had to study for our A levels when were both in j1 and they could have easily figured things out by simple addition given our 87****** nric. which of cos as smriti had known already through her experience with men in quarterlife crises (oops), they wouldnt and didnt bother. first brush with the law was most anti climatic. it didnt even end with a highway chase - just a freeze frame of she and i on swings we discovered while traipsing about the nearby private estate. ive got 30 multishots of those, which were truly beautiful. omg we had blueberry masks on our faces too while making rounds about the track to inspect fallen leaves. bleee! remember we took one of those pointless rounds too and we were musing about charismatic churches and you laughed and approved at what i said "yea it's as if they've all got to fulfil a certain quota of intakers before they can collectively got to heaven"; which falls So Flat now but while you're all woozy and carefree and suspended in a state of nothingness in the evenings even the dingy council room could have passed for the 8th wonder of the world. which the veranda was. it's a shame i havent experienced that place more often than the perfunctory 5 minutes on alternate mornings because there's always too many people, a set of drums which lends itself to abuse and the incessant bouncing of basketballs and too many people. and the climbing of gates. ive got a shot of yonghui perched atop the low white wall deliberating whether to jump saved in my e700a. all of old rjc died along with it, first when i lost it at jelita, and a second time when i switched to SE K750i. im mildly agitated now because my mind's on a treadmill and it's covering more distance than my typing is. how pointless. i can remember so much. and it doesnt do any justice naming only two people here. am i ranting already? first sign of teenage angst in 2 years of college and then some. throw me a tie while i do up my smokey eyes.

i will troop back to old rj again and i wont procrastinate. this tuesday, anyone? my only free day of the week. i will bring a camera - which reminds me of the 4 hours ive spent along the stretch of road leading up to henry park taking pictures for my council buddy yiuming. what has possessed me with such energy and time and dedication. it's possibly the only social commitment as a councillor ive fulfilled. yingsze rang to rant just tonight and she tells me all the time she's taken after me where council is concerned. i hope for her sake she would never muster enough conscience to begin feeling bad. thinking of my campaigning speech just makes me wince. im glad i didnt promise school spirit - it's rude to serve your audience a lie this blatant, it is. it's like DSTA, on it's 10th point of introduction stating that "(they) are one big family". im not discrediting anyone's idealism - it's a job that doesnt pay well. there was once i bussed home with amogh and john samuel and while walking toward bishan st 12 and 13, and john said he didnt enjoy humanes in the first year? was it only the first year? it's vague. but i could recall agreeing with him; though admittedly it's john, and it's hard not to. which reminds me ive yet to reply amogh's very random sms asking after my uni applications. arts fac jazz comes to mind but i'll let it sleep. chonglin you suck. you really do. right down to the fact that we came up with your election speech. on hindsight you shouldnt have trusted someone who told you to go in front of your own faculty and declare yourself a bimbo. =) omg we were so young then. So Young i was having 50cents Lego Raisins packs for snacks and Mamee too, which was shirin's perennial obsession. randomly aparna do you remember i paid for your cab rides to and fro to help me print some PW stuff? and the frozen lizard we found in the ice cream chiller we rented for rp fundraising HAHA and some other rp girl getting pissed off with vaish because vaish raised her voice at her for giving too big a scoop (waves to vaish) and the tons and tons of chocolate i was melting every night in the kitchen for what, 2 weeks? and sending chonglin out soliciting for sales hahaa there's really too many people to name. hello clara! we promised to study sats together post A levels but we never got round to it. school's being out means i wont be bumping into random people like you, who possibly is not reading this anyway but you've made me happy too in our A levels rituals of meeting without design before every paper. what did you call me? your Daily Dose of Happiness? it thrills me to know how many people are trying hard to not land their breakfast/lunch/dinner/gastric juices (for dancers) on their keyboards this very moment.

im tired now, so i shall leave some shots to provide some coherence in a few thousand words.

to worm, vaish, shoujie, and claudia. thank you for the 4 days of mathematical madness. those were horrible days and it's not even because of math.

too many evenings like this one.

Let Antony & Cleopatra discover new heavens, new earth.

Bindhu it's not the new school track you haven't seen. It's the drains by the curb between the void decks and the columbarium, which reminds you of all the things you take for granted whenever you smell charred breeze. "is that someone barbequing?" no hun, it's not. I had plastered my face 2 inches away from the metal grills to take that shot, and while i was staring at it that closely it suddenly confirmed that in the ratrace (for the gross want of a better term) that is college i was never fielded.

the next time, the next time i'll get the sweet hyperbole of nostalgia right.

Because because i'm feeling quieter lately.

2006-01-14T23:27:00.000+08:00

very uninspired to blog, since 8 rounds of air hockey saps more than the energy stored in your arm! Good Day, which i shall elaborate more on why dinner at Balcony came up to 100+ and whether company was worth it - because you know, everyone's totally dying to read this.

coolbeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeans. hey the whole string of 'e's? it's as if the elongated 'beans' being cancelled across. yes randomness.

Beatles!

Beatles in french!

quote unquote

2006-01-11T05:17:00.000+08:00

vaish be very flattered!

half an hour after staggering out of yoga trials -

'you know my friend was telling me that to cure any specific part of the body, just eat the complementary part of a specific animal's'
'which explains seahorses, very convenient, just swallow everything'
(sniggering) 'yea! imagine if you hurt your little toe, and then you'd have to search for its little toe'
'vaish... seahorses havent got feet.'
(gulps)

on a very very irrelevant note, for people who french with their eyes open - because, you know, like Aerosmith you don't want to miss a thing.

today's Corbis haul

2006-01-10T02:13:00.000+08:00

Luxury Camping at Costanoa Coastal Lodge and CampThe bed at "Erotic Whimsy," a specially designed tent at the "Designer Show Case" at Costanoa coastal lodge and camp, located an hour south of San Francisco on the eastside of California's historic Highway 1. A bit like Rocky Horror Meets the Moulin Rouge, "Erotic Whimsy" #C42, by Victoria Vitalie, includes: Corseted bedspread which requires unlacing to enter the bed, drapes fashioned after a woman's garter belt, seats of molded spiral steel with a boilerplate looking seat and spiral accents, beanbag chairs covered in luxury fabric, framed thematic prose, and a mirror with a lipstick message.

clarification: innocuous keyword of the day was whimsy and nothing else.

only because PIs don't like being paid in rupees.

2006-01-08T20:51:00.000+08:00

funny thing when worm mentioned he's found many computer games while packing his room, i found my Unopened set of Upwords in mine. im trying to figureout a way of tilting my entire room at an angle to empty everything once and for all out of my windows, onto the street. i think pretended to be bratty and got it in p3. and i realize i havent got many games, save for a pink pocket gameboy (dont ask. ahah) rather tragic, this only child syndrome. waves to andi.

subconsciously, i must have been overcompensating all my life.

RECAP, like a good econs lecturer would for 40 mins each bloc.

today, 8th
rain absolutely paralyses you. tutored brandon.

Saturday, 7th - ras michelle evelyn + vaish
michelle whom we all thought was dead has actually spent 4 days on board a cruise, trying to drown herself in its greek-styled swimming pool. 2 hours late for lunch at Balcony haahah which serves up better furniture than food. for some mysterious reason lamb kebabs came without a stick but in pita bread. unimpressed! too much hype! blee you're certainly better off handsigning babies! when you're all rocking away like a pendulem conversation becomes incidental. ha. Good Day.
me "im surprised i've been out all day in town and i havent met anyone i know!"
"they are all hiding."
and then i found myself at vaish's place working out my life. would have done that at the gym if not for water everywhere.

Friday, 6th
ive found the perfect complement to absolut raspberri at hilton, what else but raspberry mousse. ahha and their dessert selection thumps The Line's mickey mouse assortment of ice cream. choc vodka mousse and tiramisu with visible rum, fruits however fresh can't even begin to compare.

Thursday, 5th - adeline and aparna
we three convened on the pretext of assessing our relationships with kelly, but really we just wanted to watch Broken Flowers. which was disappointing. perhaps its profundity extended way past the lengths of fade outs and aeroplanes taking off. air hockey! ha! for more excitement i decided to have both aparna and adeline on one side and STILL i drew them both =) i'm athletic this way. -nods. found Orientalism which means i can pretend to be intelligent again. well to balance things out i spent 4.95bucks on backstreet boys' mtv compilation. claud are you still my friend? -waves teenie gin bottle =)

Wednesday, 4th - evelyn + adeline andrea
there's no more reassuring to wake up only at 1pm to evelyn who emphatically pronounces even in her clogged nose "bern, i really love sleeping." rushed home to tutor brandon and while on 156 in my own set of threadless uniform i sat amongst an entire bunch of demure nanyang girls, smiling to myself (not what you think) because i have thought of their proud seniors, Claudia and Jessica. -grin. Later andi had to check out prata men at j8 and we played chaperons. Met navjote and his og, and i recall being mildly surprised that he's managed not to lose their attention.

Tuesday, 3rd - evelyn aparna + jo ras
Family Stone with fellow rachal mcadams fans. hahaha aparna if i havent told you this, evelyn felt much better about herself when you asked, 20 mins into the movie, "is he deaf?". surprise birthday celebrations for our bellydancing friend which involved evelyn and i, all pleased about the 19 lit candles adorning NYDC's mini-o, singing happy birthday and walking into the theatre room to realize there's No Ras, No One, but her father. hahahaha typical. all because Jo the twerp (below)

couldnt follow simple instructions. and % YEA i mimed the third line of happy birthday. actually i thought i neednt have to mime considering i broke into the story of how stupid evelyn and i were right after the first line, but everyone else decided to repeat the song so there. it was good to reconcile my two rafflesian halves. twerp, "you are the champion la bern" had to remind me of my 66 hours of dc made phantom, and how laoshi came up to me a day before CA results were compiled with a litany of work i've yet to turn in and telling me to do at least just one by the next day for him to grade over break so that i'd pass. people have been patient, and kind, and generous. from a disobedient belt to Embezzlement Scam someone has applied a very potent solvent. i've been lucky, (lucky?) but i don't think i'm proud of it.

Monday, 2nd - adeline
did nothing. traipsed down to thomson to try the jap restaurant, traipsed back to j8 coffee bean for supper, and traipse back to thomson so that some fart could catch the last 165, which arrived before we did. hahaha

Sunday, 1st - vaish shoujie whigy
we all woke up at 10am, glamourous looking, hollywood-style. hiked to Macs for breakfast! and the Common Crowd abUndoned me when they trooped down to expo bookfair because i woke up only at 5pm.

Saturday, 31st - andi + whigy worm shoujie vaish aps
HAHA. aparna's highlight became all of ours too -big grin. an encounter with % a phony brit accent a result of Anything At All but BBC leaves me hoping for bigger better things to come your way pondicherry! hahahahahahahahaha omg i'm so amused. and i shall declare that i do kick ass background checks, even cross ethnic ones yes. haaaahahaa. crafting rejoinders to Singapore Idles should be made a national sport. yea baby. missed breakfast with evelyn and michelle for a multitude of reasons, one of which involved me waking up at 9am (i slept at 4am) to a half done Brown application which was what made me miss the Famous Five lunch too. had tea with Andi and her unfortunate kayaking experiences. omg ive still got your umbrella! Dinner at PhoChine, decent food, more than decent kahlua milkshake and as usual vaish sacrificed her dignity for our amusement. This woman is potent even when she's quiet. stole someone's cab, in which worm and i were so bad at whistling mondo bongo (look, im sharing blame!) according to piddles we harmonized. PENTAGON GESTURE was officially sealed when 5 of us twitched while holding hands. i meant dance gee what was i thinking. 44.10 cab fare. homegrown thieves sneaking into flats to grab absoluts, sleepover at shoujie's attic taken literally only at 5am. oh, and even in accidents im capable of installation art. i amaze myself sometimes.

look! the grapes are escaping.

Friday, 30th
have been holing up at Jerica's. my new no.1 fan. she's even made a song about me sleeping over at her place. Hello cornell. oh and i returned only at 4am because i spent 4 hours at a buddhist medium's while he was in trance. it was thoroughly random and unexpected because all i've signed up for was to help my uncle's step brother.

Thursday, 29th - vaish, shoujie
blanked out, did nothing. Family Stone with my prata supperers. Anywhere beyond Shunfu, Thomson and Bishan is no longer Singapore.

Wednesday, 28th - chonglin + 1B + prata gang
WELL. original reads gym at 8am and korean drama marathon but it was really 12pm oprah episode on a gospel singer and his porn addiction, and lots of friendster voyeurism. i quite like oprah, she's one of the few people who knocks out the word Hyprocrite as they speak about poverty dressed in Hermes. and then groceries shopping at thomson plaza had to be done in 3 installments due to depleted atm accounts hahaha thank god for jon and blee. in between installments we found time for tea at yakun and fries at BK while the trolley languished away. While carting groceries out, chonglin spewed "hey that's so cool we're gettin two trolleys free for only 2 dollars!" - hahahaa isnt she Cute That Way. and i have learnt that menus look better on paper. chonglin's salad (what surprise), creams pasta sauce, gyozas, and my bolognese sauce, honey mustard drumsticks, potota jackets, french onion soup into which i emptied a bottle of shiraz. nope we dont accept feedback. prata supper! with matt and zx.

Tuesday, 27th - shirin
i blanked out for the day, and goodness we finally completed christmas cards for our classmates.

Monday, 26th - vaish shoujie
blanked out. oh randomly jerica's parents gave me a cocktail shaker and bluetooth ear piece for new year's. prata supper!

Sunday, 25th - adeline + aparna
hey i hadnt realized that a crystal jade da wan mian exists at holland v until lunch that day. popped by pandan valley to hand deliver christmas cards - one in english and the other one in wonky tamil. familial bbq

Saturday, 24th - chonglin shirin blee andi!
finally Famous Five lunch. the new korean themed Crystal Jade at centrepoint isnt much to scream about. caught Merry Christmas with chonglin. im hoping this arrangement lasts! it just occured to me that we've never had a group picture proper. why is that?

... happy now sushma soma?

Add Patty for A Bernice Sandwich

2006-01-07T03:28:00.000+08:00

prom, the morning after
manufacturing consent says:
that's.... US.
me and you and everyone else in between says:
okay it looks scary

me and you and everyone else in between says:
like i died and thats cos you killed me
~

yeah probably to avenge the Ritz couch you drooled on

At class party

me and you and everyone else in between says:
llittle matrongirl
me and you and everyone else in between says:
hahaha omg she looks so self-satisfied!
manufacturing consent says:
ahHAhaaha she prob was
manufacturing consent says:
until i told her that i love the cocktail sausages in her salad best
me and you and everyone else in between says:
hahaa i think we all agreed

My First Taste of India

2006-01-07T01:38:00.000+08:00

why does it already sound dubious. This post is dedicated to sushma, in part because her parents are too sweet and in part because being the bum that i am i've yet to get a calling card. Don't be mistaken, there is not a single element of sentimentality here - i've purged myself clean after an sms reply from India read "you don't miss water til the well runs dry". I know. I'd never forgive myself. Is that a tamil proverb? an authority on this matter, preferably someone indian please clarify - i need to know if i should renounce my dual-ethnic status.

i would have inserted a photocollage of all of our pictures but i just dont know how =( she is the original photowhore. the only one polite enough to include more than one head in her shots, and even then probably because most of the time she's using My Camera. I say Head, and not Face, because if you've, like my neck, been cruelly wrung toward hers unexpectedly each time you'd begin too, to feel like the only constant in in the scenary. She is the thing that wouldnt go away. Despite Sheltox. Every plea is an encouragement. She is ANGSTY and DEFENSIVE and she is protesting away now, probably flailing her hands like you would if your farms were flushed away by floods and scrunching up her nose to look like a disgruntled baboon. She is the only vegetarian i know (that's saying something haha) and by extension i'm one too, within her peripheral vision. She's taught me to pay attention to all things i'm not and probably won't ever associate with - temples, classical singing, discipline, 9pm bedtimes, fasting, floral patterns (gross), punctuality, thrift, very loud and embarrassing wails. I have done my side of the educating too im sure but that's her story to tell. Her gp teacher knows who i am. I can never fathom myself explaining why i sometimes sometimes have a conspicuous metal loop around my finger to Booth, unless of cos, it's over copious drafts of beer at the Old Brown Shoe. Her mum likes me. Her dad likes me. Why, knowing sushma, she could well be planning our wedding right now and send a helicopter to fetch me only at the auspicious hour because i'd be in berms anyway. -grin She's the only person thus far to have successfully graduated from my school of Good Surprises. I will be diligent this year, i will be! I will figure out a way of combining the potential happiness of jan 28th of 2005 and 2006 and while i'm at it, help nick carter celebrate his too. (she is secretly thrilled that they share birthdates. she was, secretly thrilled.)

it's been 6 years and the only time we've both dreamt of each other was Last Night?! this is ridiculous. My dream validated what ive gleaned through both adeline and aparna, that you're truly the only worthy competitor on the Ice Hockey table in this universe - i'd give that to you. Come back soon, before Finger Into The Sea gets swallowed up by reclaimed land. "oh that's very true" is admittedly flattering when it comes from kelly, unsurprising when it comes from aparna, and most reassuring from you - because out of that three you're the least likely to be autopilotting ha. i think my ego has just taken a buffeting. =(

this ramble shall end on an abrupt note. end.

really nothing much

2006-01-06T17:54:00.000+08:00

while combatting spam in my gmail account, pushing the "delete forever" button served up a fair amount of satisfaction, but it also reminded me of the dinner-supper conversation with adeline, which in brief concluded that i am as a person, an unforgiving one. what she can find in herself to empathise with she forgives; what i empathise with i won't begin to take offence. it's a funny thing, this issue, fraught with everything messy that makes up a good gp essay. if nothing else judging from the mental venn diagram we drew of all that annoys us, my low blood pressure status is unlikely to alter.

a phone call has just come in and i've found myself a new student! hello to income and hello to flexible recreation.

scooting off to Hilton for mummy's birthday celebrations. cheesecake, cheesecake!

Who Needs Bash.Org

2006-01-05T22:49:00.000+08:00

manufacturing consent says:
why dont you do tuition instead
manufacturing consent says:
im doing two boys
manufacturing consent says:
and im gettin around 700 bucks
manufacturing consent says:
shucks that sounded TOO wrong
I am a vorpal bunny! says:
......
I am a vorpal bunny! says:
HAHAHAHA
I am a vorpal bunny! says:
thanks for the comic relief.

>>> dear vaish and claud, clearly there is absolutely no need for a tickle-me-berneese. why bother yourself with the batteries, eh. -grin

did i hear comic relief?

legendary Russian Babushka who claimed Eskibar for Siberia.

where i come from, we learn Little Red Riding Hood in our own species.

Bed, Call Out To Me.

2006-01-05T02:28:00.000+08:00

im sitting here in the terminal stages of atrophication, sitting on blog posts i owe to no one but myself about the week. I know where my time goes to; i just want to know precisely to whom. im becoming worried that 2006 may not be far removed from what 2005 has become - i spent the last few moments of 2005 screaming among a herd of people and in the first few moments of 2006 i was still desperately trying to hear myself. i took a good look at my room only on the 2nd day of this year and i found last christmas' cards to my classmates in my backpack, and a half written one to sushma sitting beside an uncapped pen. im disgusting. in fact i wouldnt have stepped into my room if my fixed computer hasn't been delivered - i have since cleared my desk and my couch and the floor which means for the first time in too long a while i see Furniture. and no more playing Hopscotch to get to my terminal - there goes my only exercise regimen.

why am i not sleepy yet. it seems rational to be desperate to be sleepy - im meeting adeline for Broken Flowers at 1030am at lido and it seems increasingly possible that punctuality is guaranteed only by staying up all night. such nonsense. the same way i couldnt have been more eager in my entire life to see blood flow out of my left arm when it took a doctor in cambodia 30 mins to locate my vein, and 2 prods to get the needle into the right one. i can't count sheep - im obssessed over having each one in a different design. if they're all the same how would you know you havent counted the same one twice, right. it's ok, all of you who don't believe in me - i've got blee who will always agree with me on such matters of cosmic relevance. =) right?

this year i aspire to acquire addiction to television to keep myself at home. and do less sleepovers. at aps' or at evelyn's or at michelle's or at shoujie's or at sushma's or at smriti's or at adeline's or the flipping airport. and especially ritz suites. might not be the best place to declare this but im happy for kelly and matt on their cambridge acceptances - and alcoholic fart, i hope you'd end up with jonyap in the same room, if nothing else, to protect him by waving your tsingtao beer bottles at bullies and making them pee in their pants for not knowing how to spell stella artois. don't mess with matt people. he might actually follow you home.

it's 3.23am. this time yesterday leon and his 4 friends entertained jo eve and i with their gossips at the dining table. haha no they didnt break in - evelyn's mum even greeted them in her victoria secrets (omg i love the way it's so easy to scandalize). on y.eemeng, "oh that one is a Good Man, because he smiles all the time. sunshine boy, yea, sunshine boy." is that the new standard?! joshua the one from lysis was there too! and he's known as pastor. hahaha so cute. THAT is a Good Man - he was the only one excited about protecting the table from falling crumbs.

i am embarrassed to say this, but i want to be part of orientation again. am i sentimental? probably. im more concerned about feeling Old and Withering and Irrelevant. en route to meet andrea and adeline for dinner i bumped into cammy, a j4 (yes people we're j3) from arts fac comm who's got even more reasons to be distraught than i do. bumped into yingsze ha. who mistook my wave goodbye as an invitation for a hi-five and amused us all by slapping my palm how daft is that. poor sod her og abUndoned dinner citing lethargy which is a Very Bad Sign if it's only the second day. i might pop down to SAVE her before friday. join me in my crusade! ive got an extra cape for loan.

today's Getty haul -

i want to be this sleepy.

this year i resolve to be less random. it's a state of sporadic inspiration but hardly a sign of progress.

MY COMPUTER IS UP!!!

2006-01-03T15:00:00.000+08:00

enough said.

verbal diarrhoea come this way!

monty python says, I Like Chinese

2005-12-30T16:38:00.000+08:00

he probably doens't go online often.

As Along As You Love Me

I Want It That Way

not chinese, but frightening all the same.

Numa Numa

Y for Yakult

2005-12-30T04:11:00.000+08:00

ladies and boys, allow me to present to you Lactobaccilus Casei Shirota. isn't that the word we all aspired to learn to pronounce since young? welli did. i remember myself seated spellbound in front of the tv ads reaching out for the 65ml bottles of youth elixir. oh my favorite flavour was the grape one for a good while, and then all i was allowed to have were the Yakult originals because for some reason all adults felt strongly against colouring and artificial flavouring (how hypocritical considering strawberry condoms hmm). Lately (PSLE period) i had taken to the apple flavour and even more recently quite honestly i'm happy to just share Lucas' third bottle after dinner. i love Yakult. just half a bottle easily earns you child labour (tv remotes have gone mysterious these days) and a hi-5 dance from lucas.

and oh, yakult saves lives too.

THAT has set my Brown online application back by at least an hour. and quite honestly i can't think of any reason why i would be proud of it, save for the fact that i could confidently point out that STINKYPINKY is not a new Yakult flavour. At least not for some time to come and certainly not in this universe.

Do you rip your Yakult tops and gulp it down in gurgles? i never liked that method - seems a tad savage and you really should slow down and greet each of the 6.5 billion bacteria with your tongue. Vodka shots do not exist for nothing. Straws are way more refined - there's the challenge of hitting the aluminium spot, though, keeping your eyes open really helps. With sips, everything lasts. Time slows down, your pupils slowly dilate, muscles tense up, blood vessels constrict, face becomes flushed... right i don't think that's Yakult anymore.

why am i even doing this. i googled yakult at 5am because i suddenly recall being mildly annoyed on my way to meet vaish and piddles for family stone. some auntie at the bus stop gave me a really disapproving look at the bottle of grape yakult i was sipping from. i hope she gets arrested for her perm.

Why is the sky blue? What is a capsicum?

2005-12-27T15:01:00.000+08:00

with this entry the inspired bitch in me shall die.

thanks be to worm whose generosity unfortunately extends beyond the coding of the template into divulging my deepest secret - no,not having 3 friends (that's Someone Else) but imaginary ones. I'm not new to this blog business - Palimpsestrocks? i wrote that back in rgs. What better way is there to pretend ive got friends than by having them declare that we've hung out together,no? throw in photoshopped pictures as validation and viola, sooner or later I'd have more imaginary fans than xiaxue. oooh the audacity,nasty!

My computer has crashed. because because because i plugged in zx's ipod hoping to load some songs into that wretched thing and my computer went poof and refused, even under the threats of cold water, to reboot. I rang Acer yesterday but their help hotline is down for the Christmas Holidays. very inconsiderate, them. I surely hope Santa did his annual mandatory google earth searches on an IBM instead.

wokay. cambodia was very illuminating. most deserving of another photoblog. travelled unexpectedly with a team of surgeons and witnessed my first live surgery in scrubs, which incidentally are the most comfortabl PJs ever. now that i've conveyed the most irrelevant bits of cambodia to the relevant people, i shall attempt to be poetic about poverty some other day. Despite the shot below and the paltry 2 hour flight it felt very far away from home.

December has been a very good month. very good month. if i havent already mumbled in my sleep durin sleepovers. For chonglin too,i should think! the Higher Authorities have overturned the mistaken decision cast under stressful prom night conditions (the bright bulb flashes, the cosmetic retouches, the niggling worry that no one has yet to discover you're not wearing undies) to crown her Prom Queen -

=))))) that's part of her christmas gift packaged. ahaha there's huge blingblings on her earrings too but in the name of modesty chonglin decided to decline being photgraphed in them. for value-for-money shiny stones, check out Toy R' Us.
Me, i received an Essental Guide To Shrek and a Shrek Calendar (the theme really eludes me) the Guide is fantastic in stimulating intellectual discussions where children's literature is concerned - The Three Little Pigs Periodically Go On Diet To Remain Little. wow. really how many people had that figured out?! nothing short of brilliant.

lalala. belated christmas cards is the way to go!

worm was here!

2005-12-22T13:57:00.000+08:00

nasty has given me access to her blog while she's away in cambodia, so i shall take the chance to vandalise ahahaha wonderful, this.

ADMIRE MY NEW TEMPLATE, EVERYONE.
BE IN AWE OF ITS BEAUTY.

(everything that goes wrong is nasty's fault.)

(except those messages in the sidebar those're mine.)

pulldown doesn't work, though, nasty! problematic coding. so i used this! hope you like it. (:

edit/ oh my god i just realised a really simple way i could've implemented pulldown okay nasty if you want that one tell me. =\

A Reminder

2005-12-19T03:46:00.000+08:00

it's 3.42am now, and nothing has happened yet. listening to damien rice wail to Delicate isn't much celebration so here i am trying something else. here's a reminder to four farts out there to give me good reason not to smear myself on my bed right after returning on the 23rd, friday, from Cambodia. That is, also assuming that 1) i haven't stepped on a landmine 2) jessica and i got along 3) smriti and i got along. tricky i know.

For Blee, who defies logic everytime with such grace.

For Shirin,

reasons for which i'd email you.

For Andiwho exists as quietly as Encarta

For Chonglinwho blessed with 9 lives, quickly learnt to deal with scrutiny.

Aparna, before she thumped Anna Wintour

2005-12-18T23:06:00.000+08:00

sometimes it's hard to believe You remember me says:
haha yeah lucas is a very cute but unwise accessory of choice for aparna
sometimes it's hard to believe You remember me says:
angelina jolie + young kid = very hot super mom
sometimes it's hard to believe You remember me says:
aparna sanjiv + young kid = sri lankan maid
sometimes it's hard to believe You remember me says:
oh no
sometimes it's hard to believe You remember me says:
hahaha
time is an illusion. lunch time doubly so. says:
oh my god. can i PLEASE put that on my blog
sometimes it's hard to believe You remember me says:
hahah! but aparna would kill me!
time is an illusion. lunch time doubly so. says:
=)
sometimes it's hard to believe You remember me says:
heyyy more sympathy
time is an illusion. lunch time doubly so. says:
ok i will stop her from sending you to the abbatoir
think about it she'd have me dead too.
sometimes it's hard to believe You remember me says:
she wouldn't send us to the abbatoir she's vegetarian
sometimes it's hard to believe You remember me says:
if that makes any sense
time is an illusion. lunch time doubly so. says:
no it doesn't
sometimes it's hard to believe You remember me says:
O_o
time is an illusion. lunch time doubly so. says:
but dont worry about it
=)

2005-12-18T05:01:00.000+08:00

Mr. Tiger. HAHA

That's all i could see when it ended

Closer inspection is always good kinship is usually more apparent in the presence of ice cream
the elephants have indian names!!!
Aparna every afternoon when she's not taking a nap

this is how peaceful coexistence should look like

j roberts. closer. spoof. i like.

what the zoo says to people who feed animals

Triumvers' victory parade through marketplace

If you stare long enough this makes you dizzy

Wheeee

2005-12-18T04:31:00.000+08:00

i love this shot.

Little Miss Sunshine - it's the toys, always the toys hun!

he is pretending to wash her toys for her

waiting for the right moment to abscond with his loot

conflict management - always tickle to get your way

the focus is me drying his hair please don't stare elsewhere

Look ma, i'm being bullied.

2005-12-18T04:19:00.000+08:00

animal feeding time at 1230pm

where giraffes? where long necks long legs?

see those two orange packets of Justea? he stacked them up himself during lunch and called them Giraffe.

SO CUTE.

And Then There Were Animals Too

2005-12-18T03:48:00.000+08:00

(in very hushed tones) throw in some Bobbi Brown makeup and tada we've got?

being photogenic is looking half as cute as you stink

sent this to matt over msn

time is an illusion. lunch time doubly so. says:
So Sweet. and totally jon and blee
Mein Furher! I can walk! says:
no, cept none of them are fat
Mein Furher! I can walk! says:
none of them are black
Mein Furher! I can walk! says:
and only one of them has a pussy
Mein Furher! I can walk! says:
oh right, they're pigs
Mein Furher! I can walk! says:
thought they were cats for a while

Aps: Heyyy they look like rats, except without fur......
....
oh right, that makes sense, they are called Naked Mole Rats.

... you don't say.

HAHA.

He Who Has Friends

2005-12-18T03:25:00.000+08:00

Hello Auntie Carene and Uncle Alan! (Lucas' parents) !

Lucas, Justin, Drayden

Three best friends, three best friends, see how they run, see how they run...

(hey andi i could already smell the 3rd track of your album!)

Drayden, for whom I would have gladly traded in Aps and Lucas. His mom wanted only lucas though and i didn't want to lose out so negotiations fell through.

It's illegal to attempt to be seductive at that age. Yes, even in uniforms.

hahaha do i hear the Sound of Music?

he is happy too okayyy

Pelican? Pecan? Flamingo, Flamingoessssssss!!!

2005-12-18T02:22:00.001+08:00

Aps: Lucas, what's your favorite number?
Lucas: Green color!!! .......
though i pretended to laugh along deep down inside that's my favorite number too.

see that little blue blot in the first carriage? it's alive and it's called Aparna. Ar-parh-nah. Lucas says it with an indian accent, Andi maintains. If that's only after coexisting from 10am-4pm (1030 technically because the only way to be fashionable is to be late) he's gonna be so much better at it than i am by the time he turns 18. Thank you Aps, for being the other anomaly in the age group <6>28. I shouldn't think adults take you seriously when you're in orange berms haa and i don't blame them - it was embarrassing not knowing how to get lucas' stroller set (all it took was an energetic flick of very determined wrists) - thanks be to his best friend, Justin's mother who knew all along that this was going to happen and hence bought the same stroller 2 years prior to the fateful zoo excursion. And you know what my arms are actually aching now and unlike Aps' fingers i dont think it came from Very Vigorous Stirring in claud's kitchen before dinner that day. and hello little blue blot you have been most helpful - even as you whined louder and ranted more than i did when we were both suffering from headaches by mid afternoon because that made me feel so much better about myself. though i repaid in full by 1) not being mean 2) sheepishly ask teacher Monica on your behalf if we'd get to visit the Polar Bears eventually after seeing the Dugong (my new trace of ancestry: bear! rhino! shrek doesnt count) 3)not announce how enthused and mesmerized you were by the Elephant Show (she was squealing in excitement) to the world until today.

it was a very good day.

small kid, and big baby.

prata goes well with vodka

2005-12-18T01:31:00.000+08:00

Hello world! (god, who am i kidding here) after stanford on 355am friday i slept for 3 hours, packed my bag (2 Pockys, 2 Ribena, 1 box of gummy bears, extra diapers) and then it was ZOO! then home for a quick bath and then CLAUD'S DINNER! and on sat it was Random Familiy Dinner at Coprthorne's by the river 50m away from where we coined -Triangular Gesture- , Perhaps Love again, Prata supper with vaish and shoujie. skipped gym but of cos i compensated that with a 30min traipse down to thomson for... prata. clearly im good at balancing equations.

receiving smses in the midst of movies is beyond annoying, but some exceptions must be made sometimes.

I will not comment on this because i will not be mean.

yes i will not be mean.

and for moment i jumped thinking aps' got bionic eyes for looking beyond her computer screen, past trees, random flying birds and through the walls of the theatres to spy at the scene i was tuning in to : jacky cheung wailing in a downpour. But of course she was really just describing the highlight of her day. My friend lives vicariously through her windows.

The soundtrack, incidentally is much better without the movie itself (adeline has concurred which means i am granted permission to share this valid viewpoint with everyone) possibly because the only who can really sing, jacky chueng, looks as if he's about to devour something really really big when he sings. there's too many details to pay attention to in that movie, do catch it a second time - i happened to appreciate it more. and thoe who have caught both Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and Moulin Rouge can play Spot The Scene!

I will kidnap claud's sister for her superhero ability in making chocolate pudding. Claud has unwittingly supplied me with the directions in her invite to her place for dinner. HA. She can't hide now!

I give good chefs a bad name. =(

I Like.

2005-12-16T02:18:00.000+08:00

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CRIME, i tell you, it's a crime.

2005-12-14T17:01:00.000+08:00

you know, sifting through all of the fashion/gossip links makes you believe angelina jolie 1) ever only wears black 2) looks her most amazing in black 3) probably is bathing maddox in her custom made cauldron as im typing this. But No ladies and boys she'll look divine even bathed in blood -

can't give a toss about what Sort of dress's on her exactly because really she's just wearing the colour as far as im concerned and lust? it's so much more of a blasphemy - the only rightful way to treat a sex goddess is to prostrate and worship; hands clasped, knees together.

alright that popping vein on her arm scares me.

it's the season of giving! it truly is. did my first official Good Deed of the month *winks at a whim (see, my whims are not always masochistic - drawing in permanent ink on lucas' tummy, hiding people's shoes, prank calls at 3am are ALL anomalies.) i need all the karma points i can accumulate - Aps has signed up for friday's excursion to the zoo, which leaves me with 2 kids and only 1 stroller; not a good sign. Mental Note : bring extra diapers. should the one who's asleep take the stroller? afterall i'd much rather be carrying what resembles a corpse while steering the one alive than steering a cart of groceries and scurry after very disobedient legs. what moral dillemma. dear God if you're reading this, send me another stroller and 2 pairs of safety belts - i promise i won't be mean to anyone while touring the zoo. i won't be mean to the animals either by pointing out human semblances. okay? okay.

if you catch me on friday during lucas' lunch hour I'd probably be looking something like this -

if otherwise, it musn't have been me then, stupid.

Accompany Me To The Zoo.

2005-12-12T22:12:00.000+08:00

lucas'" hello kelly!.3gp

This is Lucas, the second most important man in my life (no one, absolutely no one can overthrow Booth, unless he could well guarantee me a place in university) - we're due for a date come Friday at the zoo, where I'd try my best not to be mistaken for his mum alongside the rest of his classmates clinging on to adult guardians. Please if anyone's interested at all, I'd pay for your zoo ticket to come along with me. hahaha no kidding. first come first serve basis yes. and no i won't conduct interviews. chonglin need not apply(he's the only male thus far to have rejected her advances by shaking his head vigorously and took to scuttling back to his mum in an unfortunate meeting at the airport a few months back haha) give it up chonglin he's MINEEEEE! haahha. anyway yes it'll be from 9am to 4pm and there'd be other cute tots and Ben and Jerry's (say ooh) and of cos, lots of animals. Taboo would be tough game to bring along to Mandai i suspect Spot Your Friend would be a better game - bear rhino hmm?

but yes PLEASE scream if you're interested, Nasty needs to pick on someone her own size (fine, at the very least AGE my god) those 2 yr olds will drive me crazy and there's just that many monkey faces im capable of =( where's blee when you need natural talent.

hehehehe.

nasty 1 vaish 0

2005-12-12T21:36:00.000+08:00

vaish's" opera debut.3gp

testing one, two, tweeee

2005-12-12T14:51:00.000+08:00

dear ardent fans! in the name of agreeable symmetry, please read the maiden post.

doesn't take much to read minds

2005-12-12T14:32:00.000+08:00

keep imitating the sound of real conversation says:
hey want anything from cambodia?
keep imitating the sound of real conversation says:
cigars? mines? 8 yr old boys?
the frail audacious permanence of a bird's nest built on the edge of a cliff says:
hahaa.. i want to adopt a kid!
keep imitating the sound of real conversation says:
NO. what you really mean is
keep imitating the sound of real conversation says:
I WANT TO BE ANGELINA JOLIE
keep imitating the sound of real conversation says:
hahahaha
the frail audacious permanence of a bird's nest built on the edge of a cliff says:
HAHAHAH omg that too

take that James Bond

2005-12-12T14:21:00.000+08:00

i procrastinate because because because

i know tomorrow never dies.