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Friday, February 18, 2005
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i love you miandy,
more than ben.
ditch him.
for now at least. *sniggers*
(but considering that u did not wish me happy birthday...THIS BARELY makes up for it)
Coming back from work with a happy pocket,
see this pyramidal cuboid (i forgot what you call that shape) cardboard box
Rip it apart , knew it was from miandy but no not what lay in it .
and there it lay, "shimmering and splendid" :
i gape.
but haha what a coincidence, i tried to get the above image to show my readers the poster. got into www.art.com. AND OOPPS found out how much it was. (u cheapskate thing. haha.) But awwww, its the effort! *glares at adele li who will never read this*
I shan't put it up cos i don't want it to be ripped down again when i go for shanghai. so i shall keep it safe on my book shelf and u'll see it on my walls on shanghai (IF i get into shanghai. grumble.)
The Beekeeper's out on Feb 22nd.
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Preposterous. I actually have to go outfield TWICE in the next two weeks after a chemical defence course. But well, i realised ,with bigger ambitions in the mind, one does not bother with petty mistreatment (yes, i label it 'mistreatment'). Just that physio session will be delayed again and it just means i will have no gorddamned idea of what's wrong with it till later (i AM assuming my new physiotherapist is endowed with such medical perception)
One must be focused:
I will read almost urgently.
I will sacrifice alot of my time for working.
I shall write even when i don't want to.
I shall eat less (ummmmmmmm~).
I will love my parents and friends. And only my parents and friends for now. And of course , money , books , food and music.
One's actions must be justified so they will be fully motivated:
I need the knowledge to feed my spirit and distract (hopefully detach) me from unpleasant thoughts and issues.
I need the money to spend carefreely.
I shall save religiously so i will have more than enough money to 'maintain' my parents when they get old and sick (which they will. eventually.)(seriously. that's the reason why i even bother to work. trust me, i have enough money to spend on albums now if u think that's e only reason why i'm working. can u EVEN imagine 2 children sharing the medical bills for your aged parents? i know better. all you single children out there - wakie wakie.)
I need to maintain my body so i don't look too bad. So it'll be easier to attain the celebrity image when i do eventually become one. ho ho ho. jokes aside, its for the sex. *muffled cunning laugh*
I blog to relieve my casual inspiration.
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Had a long chat with my granny just now. I decided i will write about her in my next short novel. I want it to be lighthearted but hauntingly diffused. She calls me Ah Cek now, hmm, hitting one of the later stages of her mental illness.
Oh but she's quite cute sometimes. Like when she decided to slide down the edge of the bed to sit on the floor beside the maid to 'accompany' her. And she was smiling like a little happy kid. So weird, how we become so helpless when we're old.
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Sunday, February 13, 2005
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This is one of the i-owe-it-to-the-readers kind of blog.
Which means :
1) I left out quite a bit of updates here and there and am going to cover it now.
2) I feel incredibly sleepy now.
3) The blog will probably be rather boring. Concise and lacking in style.
4) Its gonna be pretty shitty long.
Bah. Yawn.
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The ridicule i WILL suffer from posting the following photos : i shall brave it.
Santa Claus at Thomson Plaza during the Xmas Season
and
Fortune God at Greenridge Plaza during the CNY
Season
Santa and Kids (aw...such a sweet guy)
Fortune God and His Dad (aw... such a sweet pop)
I am swallowed by this deep-rooted disgust when i recall my Cai Shen Ye experience at Greenridge Plaza, Bukit Panjang. There is nothing more i can remember but countless outstretched clawing hands (if i may still call them 'hands' instead of 'paws') at my face. All for ang pows holding a single chocolate coin in them.
No no, dun laugh, i am not even smiling. I cannot put down in words the fear i felt at that moment and the disgust dat followed, coarsing through my blood. It almost ended out in a riot : my beard was nearly tugged off, people violently reaching into my bag or even my hands to snatch ang pows from it. I'm sorry, not people. They were monsters. Thinking about it now still sends cold jolts into my heart.
It is very regrettable. How something very jolly and well-meant could end up quite so exasperating. But I still remember some friendly teen girls inviting me into their shoe shop to walk rounds to 'bring fortune' and being very warm to me. They even called me 'cute'. :)
I should have bloody pointed in the faces of those HIDEOUS (ugly is not strong enough an expression any more) singaporeans and shouted ,
" CAI SHEN CURSE YOU TO HAVE THE WORST LUCK IN THE NEXT YEAR , BUY TOTO LOSE TOTO , BUY 4D LOSE 4D , SHI2 DU3 SHI2 SHU1 , WHOLE FAMILY GO BANKRUPT ! "
*takes a deep breath*
wang. ba. dan.
oh anyway, i think dressing up is quite funky.
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Crap. I think my impulse in writing down an account for my outing with my platoonFRIENDS *cough cough clears throat* has sorta expired. So its gonna go in point form. er. a bit weird but heck.
HIGHLIGHTS:
1) Met at Outram. I was early (for once) by 30 min. Dennis was late by 15 min. Chek was late by 40 min. HMMM. Ooh and ivan joined us later upon very short notice.
2) Alot of phototaking with our professional photographer (WANNABE) Chek who seems to not think that snapping away is the way to improve. He's very reserved about taking photos. Which is simply mei yong cos i think u've gotta be daring to take certain photos or even ask for poses etc. Oh well, he's the guy w e camera so bleah.
3) Ivan + Dennis + Chek + Me in Chinatown Market=
2 plates of chee cheong fun
1 big platter of ngo hiang hei pia
4 bowls of ba cuo mee
4 glasses of drinks
4 bowls of desserts
We were so freaking stuffed (except Chek). Dennis and I almost puked at each step. Gross. Brrr. I should stop gorging. Its a terrible eating habit i can't kick. Bah. Anyway, that was e cause of our period of HIGH thereafter. And i think the dung took an alternative outlet : our mouths cos we were talking alot of crap which ain't convenient to let my dear readers in on.
The Feast :
Hmm. Just think "ass" and "hair" : We found out why Ivan could run so freaking fast.
4)
OOh . one of the better photos ! We took a photo with this really old model of a Merc. Ok ok maybe not REALLLLY old but i have never seen it before on the road. So i insisted we take a photo. Chek's blurry cos he's dumb n stupid n can't run fast enuf into e photo to pose.
5) Okay next up we started this IMPOSSIBLE trek. All the way from Chinatown to OG. Den to Clarke Quay. Went under some underpass. Then walked all the freaking way to City Hall. Our destination was Gramaphone (Orchard). But i realised there was ANOTHER gramaphone at City Hall! A bloody relief cos i remembered i wanted to pass out from exhaustion cos i slept really late the previous night.
Well its hard to elaborate from here. Let's just say we were ..... MAD. Ok. Ivan was mad. He worked till like 5 am . And he joined us at bout 12 pm . And after the mad trekking till like 5pm , he had to go to work at 9 pm till 5 the nxt day AGAIN! He was acting gorilla, jumping around, playing panda, falling alseep on statues , sprawling himself on the floor in gramaphone (embarrassing. urp. i joined him. *cough*) I was getting quite silly from all the walking too. tripping here and there and skipping fm place to place. and er.. look for urself :
er. dun ask.
some underpass along clarke quay
i think this is a pretty nice photo. natural. and very warm.
6) Den upon reaching City Hall where Dennis drew money. We decided.... TO GO BACK TO TIONG BAHRU! HURRAY. *roll eyes* Took a bus back and went to CA to have the supposedly "No.1 Mudpies" which i felt was a tad short of Mudpie. it just wasn't heavy and guilt-inducing enough. Sorry, gelato ISN'T the way to go. Pui. NYDC here i COME!!! Then we tried to find Thomas Ong at some Square (aiya guys, its Lucky Chinatown la, read e magazine again). He opened a gift shop there. i jus like star-chasing. :) su2 ma. wat to do. *smirk*
AT CA : taking a billion photos
oooh oooh! and we saw this craftswomen who made this INCREDIBLY intricate plasticine dolls of characters like Zhong Kui la, Monkey God la. It was quite unbelievable, she even made this really small model of a old white bearded chinese man drinking tea on a table . It is SMALLER THAN MY PINKY. UNBELIEVABLE. with a teapot the size of prob an ant. Blooody impressive. They make Guang Yin and Samsui women too. Behind China Square. Check it out. good for presents for religious relatives i feel. :)
Erm. And something SERIOUSLY embarrassing happened at CA. *whistles* lalala. But since nth makes me blush, i shall not hesitate to share my experience w everyone! YAY! Okay, cos u see , in CA they have many ornaments at the back of e sofa seats right? And so Ivan and I sorta well, er, saw this kitten-shaped five stones and decided to like relive our pri sch life right? And er.. well, i was about to pass FIRST LEVEL and the last stone was just CUNNINGLY situated beside my glass of water yea? and well, i mean, it could have been ANYONE but when my hand sorta like reached over the accursed last stone, i GENTLY hit the glass and er.. somehow in that dimension, momentum decided to go to infinite and the ENTIRE GLASS TOPPLED! How unexpected! *liarshit* And ooh, i saw water fly. All over the place. All over the floor. And on er... DENNIS. hahhaha. oooopsie. *knits fingers and sheepish smile*
lalala.
Yeah, so we ended the day after tt. Pretty freaking tired but had some good-natured fun. Relative to what some other platoonmates do : going to massages or dodgy bars like perverted ah ceks. tsk tsk. *grin* And it is the first 'real' outing i've had ever since i've been in here (not counting Shrek 2 w lh, ronald n dennis after SAF day parade rehearsal) .
Probably will meet up at least one more time... i think. :D
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Mom's bday is on Tuesday! Got her pressie already : $100 worth of books. Shudder. Damned lucky i pulled da sao into share with my brother and i. reduced damage. I'm bloody stingy I KNOW. bie chao. Will be bringing her for Sentosa's Flower Exhibition ! Hope she likes it. She should get out more since we have a maid le. But she's *whispers* REALLLLY lazy.
The maid's okay. Looks tu but quite xing3 mu4 (worldly wise) actually. I dun like having a maid cos i dun really know how to treat them. I tend to be very kind but subconsciously i'm very wary of them and very sensitive to their exertion of their freedom (which i of cos feel they are entitled to, but it still bugs me somehow).
My granny is being difficult and seriously fickle. Just getting her to sit down and eat takes like ages.
A good harvest this 'new year'. ho ho ho.
I had quite some fun thought i missed out on 2 house visits at my aunts' places. Gambling very much toned down too cos too much time is wasted( OOPS did i say wasted?) on playing with all my 8 cousins and 3 nieces. (wat a crowd) And i tell u i need to DETOX. *casts detox level 1 : 8 MP left* The amount of lard and heat i accumulated from all those goodies are starting to settle in me. I feel sick n fat. URG *troll-like burp*
* attempts to cast detox level 1 again : not enough MP * YIKES !! ah. heck. *takes out another ba gua and slumps himself on e sofa, munching*
You guys are going to be SO proud of me.
NO MORE PROCRASTINATION!
After like 10 mths of asking around for how much CDRW drives are and gathering info fm sources like Peh etc, i finally got my fat bum ass to Sim Lim (for e 2nd time in my life : unbelievable i know) to get ...
NOT an external drive *the crowd gasps*
BUT AN INTERNAL DRIVE.*the crowd roars in awe*
And yes, urs truly actually singlehandedly RIPPED APART the notoriously difficult HP PAVILLION casing and installed the drive in.
HOW DID U DO IT ?
ZY : "tsk. a piece of cake. *pauses* *smug* REALLY."
i am very impressed with myself! oh come on give me some credit u poops. Actually its more of getting over with the procrastination and doing sth bout it. I feel..... like a
Responsible Young Adult. *lol*
Hey i've received good response on my last BlogTune : Tori's "Mr. Zebra"
So here's another Tori song for EVERYBODY!!
Oh i foresee life being quite hectic for the nxt few months. With university application procedures, work and personal responsibilities. Hope i always have time to read and write though. Despite realising how sad the chinese literary scene is singapore is and how unfulfilling a local writer might feel, i've decided to go ahead and give it my all and see what i get back in return.
Paul's bday coming friday. And he's gonna treat me on WEDNESDAY *singsong fashion* ladidar. *does a little tap dance and continues singing* "And i'm gonnnnnnna qiao1 him soooo bad... "
Prob gonna go for the shanghai jazz thingy with zhao before he leaves for tw/hk in bout two more sundays. Haven't met up for some time le hor. Paul> join us!
Very very bad pain in my knee. Never quite so bad before. Feels like frostbites. Can't squat. Discomfort when bent. Pain while walking. THink its all the uphill climbing and generator pulling (left leg propped up for support) at site c. I'm very very annoyed.
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Randomthoughts:
a.
Today was my last day at site C if nothing crops up. Im not "f.ing happy" (quote ivan). In fact, i feel a slight pinch. I really like the scenery there. In fact i like it so much , for the past 2 duty slots, i wrote a descriptive writing on it (in chinese of course). Leaving it for good feels alot like saying goodbye to a friend you made on the plane trip back home. Not sad but just a bit , well , empty.
b.
I saw this pretty suave-looking longsleeve shirt on this guy on the bus today. And i wondered, " How will i look in that ? " Then i thought i looked too young to carry it off. Then i thought of how i'll look when i come back from Shanghai. And start working and wearing all these kinds of adult working clothes. And i thought , " Wow, i'm seriously growing up man. " I wonder if my looks will change or if i'll remember thinking bout all these little things.
c.
I'm seriously going to be a teacher for all my life.
I'm seriously going to be a teacher for all my life?
woah.
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