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About Fate NUS Law interview today, it was alright I guess, except that I was fool enough to get embroiled into a discussion about current affairs. Met plenty of people though. Anyway, let me focus on the Certain One. I had just come out of my interview in Room 02-09 (I was in Team 1 cause I'm ONE-derful), when I met the Yap in the passageway. Friendly and amiable person that I am, I proceeded forward and greeted her (and saw many other known friends too by the way). I was invited joyfully by all to sit. Hence I did. I had only been seated a while, when down the hall, came the Certain One! The Certain One was tall, dark and vaguely handsome (if you squinted really badly), with rather a charming build (athletic and quite broad-shouldered). And his face... I seemed to have known his face since forever... it was so strangely familiar... So I asked the Yap if she found the One familiar. She remarked there was something vaguely familiar about his strut. I agreed, somewhere, somehow, I had seen that walk before as well. At this point of time, an interviewer popped out of a door and asked the One for his name. The One gave it. There and then, I knew. That was a name I had known forever. It was fate that we should meet. So I went up to the One and did the only thing I could: "Are you my cousin?", I asked. The One answered, smile in his eyes, "I think so." *** Oh and apparently, if you give a million in donation to Nanyang, you get a building named after you. I rather think "zi1 hua4 ge2" sounds awfully charming. Now I know what my husband can give me for an anniversary present. *** By the way, the strut was familar cause it was the same as Lui's. You know, that one (the one with the hands behind the back with the slight hunch when walking forward). I suppose we could blame it on RI. hpdeskjette stamped at 7:55 AM with love + + + About a Day Out Yesterday I went a-shopping for clothes, spurred by the woman in the management office in my condo who mistook me for someone wedded (which is rather a compliment, one associates married women with wedding bands, and wedding bands mostly have diamonds, thus my beauty must sparkle like a diamond ring for her to have misinterpreted my marital status like that) , for a makeover. It was rather a happy experience (which didn't work, by the way, I ended up getting a traditional white shirt and black pleated skirt. Ah well, it's the thought that counts). Anyway the point of this post is to tell you that I have already been booked by Shu and Lish as a bridesmaid, so if any of you have that noble task in store for me, I'm afraid I will have to decline. You know the saying goes, "Three times a bridesmaid, never a bride". But in compensation if you really want me that badly, I suppose I could offer to be godmother to your children (Shall be that to Shu's and Lish's eldest and Kite's daughter anyway, a few more won't hurt, loving person that I am). To add to the deal, all my godchildren'll get a silver rattle from Tiffany's, so lucky all you folk. Oh and just to tell all of you that I'm officially hooked on music from the '50s (the Radio Revellers esp), so you all can consider something along that lines for my birthday gift, or money, or a book voucher from a Brit bookstore which sells my Chalet stuff. Only five months left to shop!! (Less for those of you who will be flying away!) And heh, have interesting news for all of you. A certain friend of mine, now on a (chinese) high, has received an engagement proposal. I am most amused. Can't tell you the ending, it's not mine to tell anyway. And to the one involved, relax, no one'll know who you are, remember our alma mater. Most of us (tragically) get saddled with that sort anyway (never me though!), so if you remain unperturbed, all will be fine. hpdeskjette stamped at 8:57 AM with love + + + About Mothers I have nothing to say about my mother, who has just accused me of dressing up when going to church for the sole purpose of seduction. I can safely inform you that this is not true; it couldn't be. The guys in my church are all strictly not worth seducing. Go see for yourself if you don't believe me. I dress decently (or at least attempt to do so) out of respect for the Sanctuary. That said, I must concede that most of the people I know in my church are guys (though obviously I did not tell my mother this), but then this is barely my fault: all the girls I know who go to church go with their parents, filial by nature as they are by virtue of their gender. And you all know I hate having anything to do with parents, so what other choice have I? I hope I marry an orphan. (Heh, not really. Grandparents are ever so useful to dump the children on) hpdeskjette stamped at 9:05 AM with love + + + About Hair and Slang and Voting Dear all, just in case you are interested, I have cut my hair. It is short now. However, it remains just as messy. *Sigh*. Ah well. And anyway, my hairdresser spent the whole time criticising the quality of my raven tresses. "It's dry, thick and rough", she said, and tried to shove loads of hair care products on me. Thankfully I had just-enough money with me, so i gamely declined. Nevertheless, she has spurred me to purchasing hair-conditioner. I keep forgetting to use it though. Still, if any of you should see a steady improvement in the general well-being of my silky locks, please feel free to comment generously about them. *** I have learnt from my Chalet books (what a veritable encyclopedia they make!!) that "O.K." is slang, that all slang is ugly and that no lady should speak it. Thus from now on I shall only say "very well" and "it will be fine" to all of you. *** Today's show was quite a shock to many. Not that I care of course, my pet (John Stevens, ol' pink and red) is safe and that is all that matters. I can only hope that the American public continues with the good work and votes the Right way in November, so my other darling will be safe. (and in case you don't get what that means, I meant that I hope the Americans will have the sense to vote for my beloved Bush in November, which is when the US Presidential Elections will be held, you fools. And I was cleverly playing with words.) hpdeskjette stamped at 8:14 AM with love + + + About Outings This should have been yesterday but Blogger was throwing a tantrum so here goes: Today I had a Most Interesting Outing. Met Joanna. She conned money out of me for a charitable cause (not that I mind, she gave/sold me two Chalet books in return. I love my Chalet books!). Then we walked around. And we went for lunch (Thai Express. I love the glass noodles.). Then we walked some more. Then I bought a new VCD, Emma, starring Gwenyth Palthrow. Then we walked again. Oh… and we visited the Qoo fair at Cine. Goodness… Such absolutely adorable stuff! I want the Qoo umbrella and tote bag and water-bottle thing and traveling luggage! And we walked once more. Now you must understand that I had been leading all the while (what is it with making me decide what to do… I hate making decisions, you all know that. Then again, I suppose it is because I naturally inspire confidence. OK. You’re all forgiven), so I decided to make Joanna decide. She decided we should sit on the bench in front of Crystal Jade. So we sat. And sat. And sat more. Then I decided that that was enough. So I made Joanna decide that we do something else. She suggested going to Kino to sit and read. So we did. It was a happy day. =) hpdeskjette stamped at 7:46 AM with love + + + About Beliefs I am pleased to annouce that my school of thought has slowly been gaining a strong following. I had feared my genius would only be recognised after my demise. Looks like talent is appreciated these days. Anyway, to any of you who may be deterred for fear of being classed as "materialistic", remember the saying "Marry for money, earn every penny" (so I heard on Oprah). By that logic, if you aim to marry rich, you're one hardworking individual! Good for you! hpdeskjette stamped at 8:34 AM with love + + + About Parties It was the Yip's birthday yesterday. (Happy Birthday Yip!!) Anyway, the Yip had a party. And for the party she had the most interesting request: "No need present. Just bring 10 bucks!". And she was serious about the ten bucks. Well... what can I say? I have the most happening friends. So anyway, the Yip held her party (which was fun and an excellent gossip session except for the fact that we had to cook, cause the entrance fee was for the food) and I brought her a present; nice, caring friend that I am. But that is not the point of the post. The point of the post has to do with what happened after the party. Anyway, after the party, the guests were split into two groups. The good and the bad. The good group went home. The bad (immoral and indecent) went clubbing. They went to RAVE (hmm... wasn't that what Palawan was called?) I believe, that party, which was co-organised by this guy (Boss as we called him) who was our OG erm... aldorus? This I found out later. Not that that nor the whole rambled chunk matters. What matters was the good half. Anyway I trooped out of Yip's condo estate with the good half to walk to the bus-stop then the MRT. To my utmost horror, half-way through I realised that the other six goodies were three couples!! That was a nice situation to be in. Alone with three couples!! I nearly chocked to death. I felt, for the first time in my life, like a hindrance. And indeed I was. Out of the sheer kindness of their hearts two of the three couples broke themselves up and tried to engage me in interesting conversation (the third pair happily walked in their own little world. Tsk.). For that I am thankful, if apologetic, though really I much rather would have preferred them to enjoy their own little promenade sous les étoiles. I would just have lamented the coldness of the world and had something more aggravating to blog about. That opportunity not having presented itself, all I can say is, too bad. That's why you've got this pointless post. Ta!! P.S. promenade sous les étoiles means walk under the stars. Oh and I have decided to learn the gu-zhen, in my quest to become cultured. Next will be calligraphy, singing and art. hpdeskjette stamped at 8:19 AM with love + + + About Pain My heart is bleeding with pain... I must not visit eBay... I must not... Have just seen this post... Someone is selling a complete collection of hardcover Chalet books... The bid is now £2,494.44... I would gladly pay!!! But as if my father would ever agree to my paying that sum for some books... Oh why am I not already working??!! Why don't I already have my career or husband... This is so, so painful... Oh my heart is painfully bleeding... When will this desist? hpdeskjette stamped at 9:00 AM with love + + + About Sense, Sensibility and Stuff Today I watched Sense and Sensibility on HBO, it was most exciting. I think we should learn from those fine people in that era (Regency, if I'm not mistaken). This was my favourite scene: "Would you like to escort me home, Mr X?" "It would be an honour, Ms Y." That's too cute for words. What a crafty way to get someone to send you home, on three counts. Firstly, you ask him to, and basically if you ask, most guys have the tact and decency to comply; or he'll have dishonourable intentions to spur him. Secondly, you ask if he "would like to", to make it sound like the bestowed honour that it is, causing him to feel even more inclined to submit. Finally, you use the word "escort", to appeal to his sense of chivalry (which does exist somewhat in every guy, however insignificant it may be). The clever use of subtle play! This sounds like intellectual fun. I shall try it one day. *** Anyway, the front part aside, I think I need to become more cultured and well-rounded. Reading my Chalet books is becoming a torture. All the characters seem to be able to quote Shakespeare and whoever not at slightest whim and fleeting fancy. I am beginning to feel inferior. Am going to mug all of Shakespeare's plays, however I dislike bald men. Of course the fact that all good Chalet girls can sing (with a lark-like lilt or in golden tones), play the piano, violin or cello, sew, embroider, darn, paint, draw, dance gracefully, play stunning tennis, lacrosse or hockey, cook and bake and clean, does not help either. I am so uneducated in contrast. What a stupid education system we have. Oh and sometimes I wonder if the whole Women's Liberation thing is as good as they claim it to be. I think a lifetime of singing, dancing and embroidery as they used to have certainly beats having to work for a living, as women are expected to do nowadays (you must remember in those times most people had hired help, so I doubt there would have been housework for the mistress of the manor, provided you chose a correct-enough master). Oh and they had the cutest slang. My favourite is "you little cake". What a darling name with which to scold another!! *** Went back to the MOELC today too (or really, yesterday). It was nice to sit in class again and listen to Mademoiselle giving a lesson. Such pleasant memories of cheeky afternoons filled with Pokka peach tea (Shu and I used to drink it, usually she would buy and I would swipe hers), curry puffs (I preferred the traditional fried one, the filling was much nicer, but everyone else favoured the flaky crust-type), grammaire, conjugasion and well... biscuits... oh and how Ying Shi and I used to make nonsense interruptions to try and change the lesson topic and everyone would play along... and how Mademoiselle would shake her head and exclaim in mock despair... and how the class used to be split into two halves; the smart and the... interesting (naturally I was in both... it was rather hard being in both halves at the same time)... all delicate, darling golden threads in the tapestry of Life... I think I really need to learn how to sew better. hpdeskjette stamped at 9:40 AM with love + + + About Names Oh my goodness I can't believe my father... Why why why do I have such parents!!?? Dear friends, if you all ever have children, never, never, NEVER let the father pick the name. Men never have any sense, even when it comes to their offspring. Anyway, so apparently my father named me after a this girl he read about in a book. Now firstly, let me complain about the book. It was some stupid martial arts book... martial arts... what did he want me to be? Some ungroomed, sword-wielding Tang/Yuan/Ming Dynasty thing with messy hair??!! Oh honestly... Yah, granted the girl was talented, good-looking, nice, kind and all, but really.... messy hair... and having to travel across China and by foot... what was this?! A curse?!! And secondly, that girl was this frail, little, sweet thing... the sort of thing I pretend (and seem) to be, but secretly despise. Oh what is it with men and delicate, l'il jellyfish things... Last but not least, he named me after a girl who only got her guy after the other girl died. What!?? What I want, I get... whether or not someone dies... And get this... my namesake only gets the guy 20 years after the other girl dies... As if I'd wait 20 years for any guy.... It'd better be the other way round. And so the moral of the story is never let the father choose the name. Either you or your child or his/her child will live to regret it. P.S. Speaking of which, apparently Jack Neo named his three sons Ritz, Regent and Raffles, after the hotels... I guess this only drives home the wonderful wisdom of my words. P.S.2 And in case you were wondering, yes I do have certain names I plan to plump on my children, and no, I will not tell you what they are. You'll want to steal them. X.Box. Thou shalt not steal cause it's a sin. (Heh. Well, I found it funny) hpdeskjette stamped at 9:31 AM with love + + + About Fallbacks I am thankful for being female. There are so many people you can rely on to get what you want. First and foremost, there is your father; and if he cannot give you everything you want, you can always depend on your husband to supply the rest. And if your husband also fails you, you can always pin your hopes on your son. (If even your son disappoints, then what can I say but that you deserve it. To have one person fail you is regrettable, to have two, sorrowful, but three is simply gross incompetence.) Then of course there is the option of relying on yourself, but why would anyone seriously consider it, except as a joke. hpdeskjette stamped at 9:31 AM with love + + + About Changes I think perhaps I may actually need a makeover. Went to the management office in my condo this afternoon to apply (long at last) for my facilities pass. Had to fill in a form. There was a section marked "Owner", and, not sure whether they meant owner of apartment or owner-to-be of the pass so I asked whose name was I supposed to put. The woman in the office promptly answered "Husband's" at the same moment I suggested "Father's". There was a silence and it took all the good breeding I had not to stare. So I have decided that perhaps more young-ish clothes are in order, though for crying out loud, I wore a baggy T-shirt and shorts... and you can't go any more young-ish than that... On the brighter side, I shall take it as a compliment. I can't help if I look the type destined to become someone's wife (that is the problem with outstanding beauty, you fly off the shelf too soon). I suppose it is better than looking a spinster. hpdeskjette stamped at 8:01 AM with love + + + About Coughs and Consumption I have been coughing for days on end. I suspect I am suffering from galloping consumption. My chest hurts from the exertion and I am really quite excited. It has been years since I have been afflicted with a cough. Illness usually manifests as a fever and sorethroat, so this is interesting for a change. At any rate a cough is so much more romantic to have than a sorethroat and fever. This is exactly like what I read in books. Oh how fun! And by the way, for those of you who are less informed, consumption is tuberculosis and if it's galloping it's becoming worse and worse. Don't worry though, I have not coughed up blood yet, which is a good sign, cause once you cough out blood the end is near and that's about it for you. I have had blood in my phlegm though. Hmm... hpdeskjette stamped at 8:32 AM with love + + + About Miss Singapore Universe Yeah I watched it. And no, Lishie, I don't agree with you. The girls were ok... you were too hard on them... I mean apart from being ugly, ungainly, unpolished, unpresentable, unoriginal, uninspired, bad speakers (elocution and content-wise) and really, really stupid, the girls were as near to perfection as could be anyone. Don't be hard on them. Always show Charity, especially to those who need it. Disclaimer: with the exception of anyone who has gone to school with me of course. hpdeskjette stamped at 7:23 AM with love + + + About Friendship Everlasting (the sort that lasts a lifetime) It used to be that whenever she called me we'd talk for hours and hours, and the general consensus would be that no one else knew her as I did (well, something like that), then we'd talk for hours more and then unwillingly we'd part our ways cause morning had already arrived. Now, this is what it's like: "Hello, what are you doing now?", says she. "Oh I was watching TV." replies I, grabbing the remote and ending my rendezvous with the cathode ray machine-thing (i.e. TV). "Oh I'm so happy...", she goes on, "oh look, XXXXXXXXX is calling me. Bye." *** I think friends are not worth having anymore. hpdeskjette stamped at 7:10 AM with love + + + About BLAZE Hee hee. Went for BLAZE, Part II of FIREFLY on Friday. It did not go well. Oh well, at least it was a challenging experience, insofar an RJ gathering could be (which brings me to a serious issue: scholarship interviews are by and by becoming RJ gatherings, but I never get to see my eye-candy there =[). So anyway the highlight of that day was the "Express Yourself" session when you basically pick a nonsense question out of a box, and are supposed to do a two-minute speech on it. So I got something like: "You go home to your apartment, and find that a lightbulb is not working. In what order would you find out what is wrong." I was like WHAT!!??? And indeed, like most of you who know me will know... I did not know the slightest thing about uncovering the malfunctionisms of a stupid lightbulb. Why would I even know anything!! Why would you expect anyone to? And as if I would go find out what's wrong myself... it's a guy's job, which is why my father/brother won't be able to do it, though that is another tale for another time. Nevertheless, the situation called and I did my best to rise to the challenge. So I began (somewhat like this): "If I went home and found that a bulb was not working, I would go to the fusebox and check if the switch-thing is working; if it weren't working, I would get another lightbulb and unscrew the first lightbulb and and screw the new lightbulb on... and if that did not work...". At this point of time, I trailed off cause I realised that my knowledge of lightbulb things had failed me... and that I was nicely screwed cause I had nothing else to say... (and I would like to put the blame on the RJ Physics Department. They didn't even cover this on the syllabus so what was I supposed to do) So I went mute and stared at my audience. My audience stared back at me. I stared back at them. Then I decided that the silence was enough. Might as well try to save my face. Was representing Rafflesian colours anyway. So I continued: "... then I would call my electrician and make myself a cup of tea...actually, a flask of tea so my electrician could have some... then I would bake a cake so my electrician could share it when he arrives... but if my electrician still does not arrive after the cake is done I would call up his boss to complain (I mean, wouldn't you?? It takes forever to bake a cake) cause my electrician was still not here after I had finished baking my cake. But if my electrician comes and can't find what wrong, I'd call up Singapore Power to complain, because if my electrician cannot find out what's wrong it must be Singapore Power's fault... I mean..." Fortunately, my two minutes were up by then. I think I have done myself proud. hpdeskjette stamped at 8:47 AM with love + + + About Class Parties Well, everyone else wrote about the Class Party, and being the loyal, class-spirited soul that I am, surely I must blog about it too. Yes anyway, in case you were not informed, my class had a gathering yesterday. It was a very successful gathering. The number of people who turned up cannot be counted on both hands. And the people who went there to eat actually became very full, which meant that the Party had enough food, which well, is good. And anyway, got to meet up with many classmates, long unmet, which was nice... and some (well maybe just one) had happy, happy tidings to share. Aww... and I think it was a good stimulation of what our future class gatherings will be like... people coming late to the gathering from work/study, some with permed hair, some thinking they should perm their hair, some with their significant other... hee hee... I look forward to seeing more new faces in the gatherings-to-come!! (I am quite confident there will be more; our class girls are all charming things and our class boys, well... all RI boys (I speak for the majority) are desirable, once they become successful...) Oh and the girls had a very cosy, intriguing and informative secret talk, which well, is no longer a secret cause everyone else blogged about it. But then I don't blame them, the whole point of having a secret is to have it shared. hpdeskjette stamped at 7:06 AM with love + + + About Inconsideration I think guys are awful... they go out, play around and than bring back all sorts of nonsense diseases and harm their family. I could kill my brother. That idiot had to go play soccer in the rain that day and come back with some awful cough-disease. Now I've got it, plus a headache and sore throat. That boy deserves a severe spanking. But then, what else apart from inconsideration can you expect from a guy? Oh and by the way... that ass actually went to drink out of the water spout of the water-container; cough, sniffles et al. Boys! hpdeskjette stamped at 9:34 PM with love + + + |