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Two posts today: About Friday Matriculation Day. Alright though you had to wait around a lot, for random people to queue up to buy their laptops. Note to self: NEVER go anywhere with Yap again, she only abandons you to go browsing around with someone else!! What a bad friend! If she can't stick with you through thick (crowds), she's not going to stick with you through thin! Anyway let me now share with you the top two dialogues I had during Matric: At the CCA Fest ME: Let's go join the Toastmasters! Then we can practice and hone our skills for our future profession!! CHIA VEN (name has been changed to protect the privacy of my friend): Don't want. They only toast all the time what... At the Moot Court, after I was introduced to my OG A SENIOR [very enthusiastically, pointing to a huge publicity placard she held in her hand]: Join the Law Bash!! Come, come! You must come! ME: I don't go to clubs. -Short silence as we stared at each other- SENIOR: Ok. Speaking of OGs, I must tell you all how I narrowly missed joining the worst OG that I could ever possibly join. The thing is that when we arrived outside the Moot Court, a random guy at a table, whose name I cannot remember (I am very bad with names I find, can't remember many names, so I will just have to call everyone "Dearest and most beloved senior" or some variant), made us write down our particulars. The Yap wrote first and on page 1, so she got sent to OG1, I followed on page 2 and hence got OG2 (which is the very OG Janice's senior whose blog she sent me heads; life is far too coincidental for my liking). Turned out that my cousin's in OG1. Thank goodness she wrote first!! Nothing cramps your style more than having a relative in the same OG/room/place/location/whatever as yourself. You have to behave. I believe my cousin, the Certain One who was previously mentioned, was similarly relieved. If I get into the same class as him I will just have nothing to say. Coincidence seems to have taken a fond liking to me. All that is left to be mentioned is that Coincidence has very good taste. To those of you who are wondering: No, there are no cute guys I noticed. Not that it matters. I'm sure you all know my designated hunting ground by now anyway. If it makes my fac sound better I got an very agreeable matriculation package though. There was Milo and some sort of noodles and the Economist and Female and foundation and anti-wrinkle cream and aftershave lotion and Shokubutsu Body Foam and scrub and the $2 Mc Donald's watch that a certain classmate of mine has (to the one mentioned: would you like it? It's black.). Not that they were of use. The Milo wasn't chilled so I refused to drink it and anyway I had to go shopping afterwards and it only added weight to my heavy load of things to carry and I already subscribe to the Economist. As for Female, I don't read it and with regard to the other stuff, I don't just use/eat anything!! My mother is a very thankful woman now. hpdeskjette stamped at 2:13 AM with love + + + About Thursday Thursday was a good day. Ali and I had at an excellent lunch at Crystal Jade at Holland Village which consisted of Fried Rice, Prawn Rice Rolls, Xiao Long Baos and Pepper and Salt Fried Squid. We 'd have bought Char Siew Baos/Pastries except that we forgot. Anyway after that we wondered around Holland Village and found this Cheong Sam shop which sells the loveliest Cheong Sams and erm, Cheong Sam shoes, as Ali calls them. Dinner was excellent too. The Fried Fish and Rice was superb-thank goodness the fish was fresh, the last time I went, it disappointed-as so the Calamari, Prawn Vermicelli Rolls and Chocolate Fudge Cake and Vanilla Ice Cream. The only letdown of the night was that, thought XXX was so scantily dressed, she couldn't get us a seat any earlier and we had to queue. What is the point of indecent dressing if you can't seduce the waiter-at-the-door to let you and your friends dine earlier!!?? Dear XXX, you should go and reflect upon your failure! Oh and last but not least, I bought a new pair of shoes!! I think it's quite pretty, albeit pink and my second choice. My heart's desire was a blue Nike pair, but then they were out of it, so alas I had to settle. The tragedy! P.S. I think the Queensway shoe shops are under one same parent company, given different names to create the illusion that there is monopolistic (or is it perfect?) competition and hence you will not get shortchanged by the dealers. I swear... we saw the same shoe salesmen over and over again in different stores. I believe they just walk around to make you give up in confusion and grab your shoes from the nearest store without comparing prices. What a crafty monopoly! hpdeskjette stamped at 1:19 AM with love + + + About Fathers Once More and Again Today my father went to NUS to collect the CPF Education Scheme form and had the cheek to come back and complain that it was an arduous journey into the unknown, and that he lost his way and hurt his knees. For goodness sake it's his alma mater, not mine, so what do you expect me to do!!?? Then the finesse-less person that he is, he went on to complain about how bad NUS was and griped that it wasn't as good as it used to be, at which point I glared at him and sourly commented that I didn't think it was very nice of him to send me to a bad school. I guess he realised what he had done, so he quickly corrected himself and said that NUS was only physically bad and changed the topic, mentioning that he had bought Wall's fruit cocktail ice cream. Another bad move. I don't like Wall's and even if I ate Wall's I'd want chocolate ice cream, not sodding fruit-and-vanilla!! Then he tried to change the topic again and tried to put himself in a better light by mentioning how he saw other students handing in the CPF form by themselves!! Was I supposed to be impressed by that? Firstly, he was the one who wanted to pay by CPF, in fact, he leapt at the idea and was so pleased he could use the forbidden account. Secondly, he's the parent, not me. I shouldn't be the one worrying. Of course you could say that he was merely trying to instill a sense of responsibility in me, but I'm a girl, not a guy... I certainly shouldn't have to worry my pretty head over senseless affairs like finance!! Guys do this kind of things, or should at any rate, and shame on any father or husband who expects his daughter or wife to have to handle such stressful employment (and no kidding, it is stressful, i nearly died going through the two pages of terms and conditions; what in the world am I doing in Law!!??)!! Men are not what they used to be. But there! Perhaps I was being harsh. Men of all races, throughout the ages, have always been very, very far from perfection, or being even merely acceptably good for that matter! hpdeskjette stamped at 8:05 AM with love + + + About Shirts I am annoyed. Spent a bit of today walking round West Mall looking for a shirt, after my sojourn to the Post Office (have you any idea how cute £1 and £2 postal orders look!!??). And do you know how hard it is to find a nice plain shirt nowadays? All the shirts seem to have frills or gathers or funny strings attached to them and quite honestly, they look retarded, and, dare I say, will look tramp-y, on the correct person. It is a woeful day when a collared skirt, for so long, a beacon of respectability, can tramp-ify a person. Fashion is just not what it used to be. Morals are no longer what they used to be as well. I believe some people actually want to look like tramps! Of course, that was a sweeping and generalising statement; you can find nice, plain shirts nowadays. Just not at the normal stores. You have to go to Ralph Lauren and so on and forth to achieve that, and I certainly haven't the means to shop there! One day I will, courtesy of my father or husband's supplementary card, but not now. And until then, I can only sadly lament sweepingly and regretfully that is it so hard to find a nice, plain shirt nowadays. hpdeskjette stamped at 11:00 PM with love + + + About Fathers Once More "You didn't buy my supper!" , I sulked. "We had a lot of things to carry back", he replied, patiently. "You rushed home without my supper just to catch your show!", I pouted once more. "We had a lot of things to carry back", he repeated. "How much do you love me?", I asked lifting my eyes up to him, sorrowfully. "Go take what you want", he finished, gesturing at his wallet. I love my father. He is the sweetest man alive. hpdeskjette stamped at 9:14 AM with love + + + About Tough, Hardy, Resilient Nokia Phones Alicia-Chipmunk's Popo's house for Mahjong. We had a good time. Alicia-Chipmunk has a very nice and hospitable grandmother, and one wonders who Alicia-Chipmunk took after. Anyway, today I am going to talk about tough, hardy, resilient Nokia phones. So the thing was that Qing Jia and I were walking down the overhead bridge outside of Holland Village, when at the second or third step, my pretty green phone suddenly slipped out of my pouch and plummetted down from the overhead bridge! My phone slammed down, down, down and, when it landed, gave a bounce (note my phone bounces excellently always) and collided with the ground once more!! We thought that was the end,--hello, I'd probably be paralysed if I fell from that height--but NO IT WAS NOT!! Dear friends, my phone still works perfectly! AND the camera still works fine!! I gaped in shock when I first found out. All I have to say is that those of you who are thinking of switching phones, don't think further! Just pick Nokia!! (From a physics point of view my phone was saved due to the erm... elastic-ish collision it had with the ground and oh well I never really knew that chapter...) hpdeskjette stamped at 8:58 AM with love + + + About A Good Day Today I put on the RJ uniform again after a separation of 8 months, only it felt as though the last 8 months had never existed, as though I had never stopped wearing the uniform everyday. Ah well. Would go into a stream of bittersweet recollection of past memories, but it is far time I should move on. So today I donned the RJ uniform. Not out of great fondness for my alma mate, but in order that I might get a student discount for lunch (we went to My Cosy Corner, I had Fish and Chips for only $3.70!!). And yes, I know that that's a cheap move and immoral but why should you care?! You're not the keeper of my conscience! So anyway, my lunch was good, albeit a little fishy. I wonder if it's just me.... I found Sunday's Fish and Chips fishy too during the Xin Xin Sendoff... I do not like fishy fish... then we went for ice cream and Janice and Yap came to my place and we played Polly Pocket together. What fun! Alright. For more details go to Janice's blog. My Partner-In-Lunch is supposed to dedicate a post to herald my niceness. Best regards to all and have a good day! hpdeskjette stamped at 7:55 AM with love + + + About Slight Difficulties I have a problem. Forward-looking visionaries that Coconut-Ali and I are, we've planned the whole thing out: the engagement and wedding rings must come from Harry Winston (yes, we know that there's no branch in Singapore, but fly all the way to the States if you really care!), anniversary gifts will hail from Bvlgari while Tiffany's will be for day-to-day use, just to say "I love you" or "sorry, but I've screwed up again". Now comes the tiniest hitch. I don't like jewellery. Neither do I wear it much. The only form of jewellery you find on me is really just earrings... and not big, sparkly, dangly earrings either. I only like studs with tiny jewels or crystals or nice, pretty, little designs. I think diamonds necklaces and sapphires bracelets are great and very good to look at, but I'd hate to wear them and would really find them more a hindrance than blessing... they hinder you so... Of course I firmly believe that anyone who proposes shows his sincerity by the size of the diamond on the ring, and never will be the day that I agree to marry a man who presents a measly, puny stone, but I certainly wouldn't wear a huge diamond all around. I'd probably scratch myself with the thing. So clearly I have a problem. What on earth can I make my future husband get me instead? The only things I really like are books... and Lilliput Lane Cottages, and more unromantic gifts I cannot think of! Of course I would love the entire Chalet collection in first-edition hardbacks with mint dustwrappers, and all of the Lilliput series, but as if I'd wait to get them as gifts rather than buy them myself! Now you all see, I have a serious problem. And have, for once in my life, no idea on how to solve it! hpdeskjette stamped at 9:38 AM with love + + + About Good Fortune Today I saw Piglet (my little, baby cousin). And today when I saw Piglet, the poor soul was sad and teary-eyed. It was obvious that the dear boy had been crying badly. I walked towards him, and the poor, little, dear boy did the sweetest thing when he caught sight of me. He held his hands out to be cuddled and carried; for all he whimpered when anyone else tried. I think Piglet must be a most precocious youth who knows a good thing when he sees one. I'm glad great wisdom and good sense and taste run in the family. hpdeskjette stamped at 8:10 AM with love + + + About Exercise Yesterday was a long session of the most strenuous exercise I've had in ages. I was exhausted by the time it ended. Dear friends, I tell you it is no joke exercising for eight hours straight, with barely any rest in between, especially since it's been ages since I last had a workout. At the end of it all, my poor back was aching and it was sweet relief long at last to drop into the golden haven of my soft, inviting bed. Not that rest was very good, woke up repeatedly in the night because of arm cramps. I really think my fitness threshold is disgraceful. Nevertheless the adrenaline rush you get makes it very worthwhile I think. It is to be hoped that it will not be very long before my next all-day mahjong session. hpdeskjette stamped at 12:26 AM with love + + + About Eternity So it is said in the Bible that after we die, we ascend to Heaven and live there in bliss for Eternity (granted that we fulfill certain conditions in this Life). The enormity of this has just struck me. What are we going to do up here for the rest of Eternity?!! Personally, my version of Heaven is that it is a wondrous place where you're always happy and never sad and where you get to do all the things you like to do and never have cause for regret. For instance, I think in Heaven we'll get to eat all the food we like to eat, just the way we want it without worry that we'll get fat or how much we will have to pay. And up in Heaven, there will be all the Chalet books I want to read and new sequels I can somehow procure and there'll be all the television and soap operas I want and so on and so forth. Of course, we'd spend sometime each day carrying out Holy duties and worshipping the Lord, but it'd also be fun, cause when we're in Heaven we'd want to do such things... ... but how on earth do we go on doing everything we want for eternity? I love reading, but I really do believe after the millionth book I've read, I wouldn't want to read anymore. I love good food, but after I've tried each of all the world cuisines for the ten-thousandth time, I will never want a single bite again. And even if I try out new hobbies, they'll eventually grow old and I'll tire of them because I have the whole of Eternity stretched out endlessly in front of me to repeat them again and again and again. Can you see? Eternity never ends... you just have to go on and on somehow and you never stop and one day you grow tired of having fun and being happy... and even if you switch to being sad, Eternity goes on until you want to be happy and on and on again till you've been happy then sad again and again and again... What we can do is finite, but Eternity goes on forever... Suddenly Heaven sounds... boring... But I guess that beats burning in Hell forever and ever and ever. *** This post is supposed to be posted the same time as Lishie publishes hers, but for some reason my blog states that it gets published half and hour earlier than the actual time. Oh well. hpdeskjette stamped at 8:37 AM with love + + + About This and That Medical check-up yesterday. I'm healthy enough, if a little heavier from when I last stood on a scale. Nevertheless I have grown taller, so I shall comfort myself with that, and anyway muscle weighes more than fat so I should have expected to have added in pounds. On the overall, I thought it was a fascinating experience though I think they really should warn you about what they are going to do. Shocking, just begins to describe some of the stuff. Well, you'll know what they do when you go. Went shopping and for a movie after that. Fluffy-puffy-white-ballerina-skirt was an hour behind schedule and Coconut arrived a hundred and twenty minutes behind time. I think the general lack of punctuality nowadays is disgraceful. While one should always be fashionably late, to be late for so long merely demonstrates a thorough lack of consideration and the complete absence of courtesy. Perhaps I ought to start a Punctuality Campaign to promote the Goodness of Timeliness to the common and uneducated masses. Not that I wasted my time while waiting, I strolled around Borders and then hopped over to Books Kinokuniya. It is amazing what you can do when you put your mind to it. Decided that I ought to get something from a local bookstore instead of all-the-way-from-the-UK, and now have my eye on eight titles. Only problem is that the designs found locally for them are so ugly and the pretty cover designs are only available from the UK. The bad thing about perfection is once you embody it, you can't stand things around you being anything but flawless. Tough is the life I lead! Spiderman 2 is an excellent movie, just the kind you can watch again and enjoy even more. The only problem is you have got to find the right person to sit beside you. Qing Jia wasn't bad. But dear Qing Jia, I really suggest you jump more so you grow taller and work out so you actually become buff. One really does prefer a high and broad shoulder to lean on and hide into during those scary and tragic scenes. Still, I've had worse, right Fluffy-puff? And oh... had an excellent dinner yesterday. For my last meal, one of the dishes has to be the Long John Silver's set meal, a delightful mélange of crispy flour and the juiciest oil, perfected with a delectable sweet and spicy Chilli Sauce. It's good to actually have compliant and kind friends. And oh again... Those of you who still persist in not wanting to get me plain money or a Topsy-Turvy book voucher, I give you option No. 3: You may get me the CareBears. Kino sells the sweetest 20th anniversary CareBears collection set. Or something similarly named. Tugs (brother of Hugs) and Bedtime Bear are my darlings, though Tugs is my especial dear. And the Raccoon and Penguin are cute too. If you get me Tugs, get Hugs as well cause things do look nicer in pairs. hpdeskjette stamped at 12:12 AM with love + + + About Fingernail-cutting Today I cut my fingernails. So what? may be your first reaction. But let me tell you that I do not just cut my fingernails on any old day just because I've noticed that they've grown long. Indeed, the cutting of my nails is a matter of great consequence to me, only done after careful planning and meticulous consideration, which involves referring to the book, more specifically this rhyme in the book: Cut them on Monday, you cut them for news, Cut them on Tuesday, a new pair of shoes, Cut them on Wednesday, cut them for wealth, Cut them on Thursday, cut them for health, Cut them on Friday, a sweetheart you'll know, Cut them on Saturday, a journey you'll go, Cut them on Sunday, you cut them for evil, And all week long, you'll be ruled by the devil! So the thing is that you cut your nails on different days so different wishes of yours will come true. As you all know, I'm poor and destitute, living on $20 less each week than I am used to, thanks to my interest in the G.B.B.C.I. (ref June 22nd post), so I've cut my fingernails for wealth. I have realised living on $50 a week, even if you go out only once, is impossible. I wish my birthday would come soon. This year I shall ask everyone for money. I do not think poverty would suit me. hpdeskjette stamped at 7:32 AM with love + + + About Amendments I finally know what it is like to be a true, great artist, for I have been persecuted for my works! Yesterday, over Debra's birthday dinner, I was brutally assailed for speaking the truth on my blog and people lambasted me for being mean and nasty and demanded that I issue a public statement of apology. However, an apology I cannot make, for I have not slandered nor killed, but only told the truth. Happily, as a compromise I will make an amendment to my unkind statement which is: "Ugly and stupid people just annoy me" Indeed, I did not mean this. What I meant to say is that people who are both ugly and stupid annoy me. If someone is ugly and clever and quick, he or she certainly won't tick me off, for we would connect on an intellectual level; if someone is good-looking but really, really dull, he or she won't irritate me either, for birds of the same good looks must flock together, plus as if mere brains matter in the face of beauty! But of course if you are both revolting-to-look at and asinine... well... no further comment. Secondly, on the comment that I was nasty to "poor, innocent children", well it's true! I can take other people's ugly children very well (oh come on, surely not all the children you've seen are pretty or handsome or pleasant to look at!), but that doesn't mean I can deal with not-so-good-to-look-at children of my own! Hello, I'd have to worry over them for the rest of my life, as every good parent should, whatever shocking concepts of parenthood the less-responsible of you may have. And we all know that visually less attractive people suffer from lower self-esteem, brutal teasing and lesser job propects than better-looking folk... And so, my friends, I urge you to rethink your ideas on responsibility and parenthood. Alright, people want shorter posts, so I'll end here to please you all. *** To thine ownself be true; and ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall set ye free! hpdeskjette stamped at 7:50 AM with love + + + About Gatherings Today, I held a mahjong party, consisting of me, Lishie, my Qing Jia and Weizhi. Actually, it wasn't that I held it; it was merely that Alicia merrily informed me on Thursday night that we were to have mahjong on Saturday and that was final and if it did not come through, she would whack me violently. So I complied. At any rate after Lishie so kindly hosted a movie marathon (more on this later), I felt that I should certainly comply. And so I did. The party did not go well. Or rather should I say, the mahjong did not go well. They bankrupted me. My friends, that, I can safely tell you, is an accomplishment. Years and years of mahjong, never once had I been bankrupted. Usually I survive on gang4s and animal pairs but today, luck evaded me completely! As a result, I was cleaned out. But I guess I should have known, the day started with a bad omen. I wanted to get out of the house, but I could not find my wallet. I searched and searched all around, but still I could not find my wallet and because of this I and my guests had to spend the day climbing the stairs to get to my place whenever we had to go out, because I hadn't my door pass which I need to enter my lift lobby. It was a sign. I'd never see my money again. In fact, perhaps I'll be poor forevermore. I still don't have my wallet now. Where on earth have I misplaced it?! Fortunately, the party went well and I was all in all a very, very gracious hostess, providing them with refreshments (one can of Vanilla Coke Light each, and all the iced water they desired, even pouring their cups for them and serving them ice), food (a whole tub of Ben and Jerry's, a pack and half of potato chips which I had no idea I had, which they had rummaged somehow and an excellent dinner of fried rice) and marvellous entertainment (I sung to entertain them, and amused them with witty conversation, never leaving any of my guests feeling left out in the cold). Also, I tirelessly wore a cheerful smile and spoke in the gaiest and merriest of tones, to make the girls feel welcomed. If there's one thing I can state, it is that I can safely concede that a good time was had by all! I believe I am certainly prepared for ambassadorial wifehood! P.S. Thanks Qing Jia for the Canadian Pizza treat. I absolutely love the Barbeque Chicken Pizza with extra sauce, though we had to pay for it first. *** On Thursday, Lishie, Shu and I had our movie marathon at Lishie's place and I can only conclude that she too, is the most gracious of hosts (I believe Nanyang trains us well!), apart from the fact that Ali was perhaps 45 minutes late in meeting us at the arranged venue and spent most of dinner and the a good part of the movie marathon talking on the phone. But of course we do not blame her. 45 minutes really is a very, very short time and it was every-so-important that she coordinated her outfit even if we were only meeting to pick a few movies from the store and grabbing a quick dinner. And certainly talking on the phone with people who call you everynight is much more important, cause we were only your guests cum best friends, and because you certainly shouldn't make an exception to a daily habit simply because we would have liked your attention. As such, I am glad to announce that the movie marathon and midnight pig-out sessions were complete successes! The former was great! We (or I since I dropped of during one) managed 5 good films: Zoolander (wonderful, should never have been banned), Goodbye Lenin (intellectual, for those who think), Love Actually (romantic, for those who like eyecandy), The Spanish Apartment (cosmopolitan, and for those who debate the EU) and the Cat in the Hat (amusing, finally! I got to watch it, and I certainly did not regret). The latter proved equally outstanding. I must comment that foccacia bread and chestnuts, yoghurt and red water make a queerly enjoyable supper. But alas all good things must come to an end and I had to reach home to catch my soap opera, so we had to part, long at last. The sorrow! Till we next meet again! P.S. Dear all, I must certainly recommend My Cosy Corner to all of you. It is a tiny food outlet located in one of the corners of Coronation Plaza that serves delightful Japanese food and superb fish-and-chips at very, very reasonable prices. All Nanyang girls (and HC people) know it and love it well, so I strongly urge those of you who have yet to try it to take a leap of faith, and you can thank me later. I especially recommend rice with beef/chicken and egg (ask for more sauce and onions!). Oh and dear people who live around me, I certainly plan to grab you all one by one to go there for lunch with me. Be prepared! hpdeskjette stamped at 9:04 AM with love + + + |