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Thursday, July 28, 2005

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lost says:
hungry. wonder what i shall eat today.
yi: you know i'm not good at goodbyes says:
wats good at VJ
yi: you know i'm not good at goodbyes says:
u SHOULD know
lost says:
fan cai

... hehehehe. "fan cai"! and louis insists its the same thing cos there's both fan and cai. stubborn.

oh on my brother's bday (dinner at home as usual), we had foie gras with apples (again! ml!) and leg of lamb. Premarinated leg of lamb from Swiss Butchery (near RGPS) is pretty freaking good. :) Mom made Coffee Custard cake (?!).

FOIE GRAS WITH APPLES (its $80 for like 8 times of this minute serving, not worth it lar i feel. Cos the lamb was only $30 and super good!)

EY My broter the bday boy and his gf and the COFFEE CUSTARD CAKE MOMMY MADE

When we asked her what it was :
" Shen me lai de?! "
and she said sheepishly :
" Hmm. Aiya. You2 dian3 guai4 guai4 de. (a bit weird) "
hahhaa. so appetising. but it turned out pretty ok. a bit like pandan kaya cake. Not too bad. Went pretty well with the greek coffee kor brought back from oh well.. where else? Greece.

My brother and my dad had a Spelling quiz that day.
a 50 year old Chinese Educated uncle
VS
a NUS Engineering , ex-HCJC student

How do you spell February :

DAD: "F"
BRO: "F"
DAD: "E"
BRO: "E"
DAD: "B"
BRO: "B"
DAD: "R"
BRO: "R"
*crucial moment*
DAD: You go first. *sly smile*
BRO: *hesitates* hmmm fe-bre-ree.... so should be "A".
DAD: *shouts* "U"!

Man. Embarrassing. But dad still can't spell giraffe. Why am i doing language studies again? hehe.

Dinner was fun. Drank more than my parents for the first time. My dad and mom looked both proud and threatened at the same time when they noticed my glass empty again. haha. Four glasses of red and 2 glasses of kahlua milk (i love kahlua milk although its a bicycle (lady's) drink. its jus nice alcoholic tasty milk lar)

Gave my bro Marvel 1602 by Neil Gaiman. Hehe. I won't say my desire to read it din play a part in my decision-making process. >:) My brother's gf is an accomplice too. And my aunt got him HARRY POTTER! hurray! I raised my hands up and YAY-ed when he unwrapped his present. haha. He looked positively amused. :)

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Went out with JJ and LH yesterday. Gosh i never walked so much in such a short time. These two together is THE formula for wishywashiness. JJ has no preference. I let the lady do her choosing. And WE ALL KNOW LH, don't we! :) Her mind works in marvellous ways. Decide on AJISEN, we end up heading towards Marina Square , decide on Thai food, she pops up with some other place, decide on coffee after meal , we end up looking for dessert at Suntec Basement, suggests Gelare, we go look for Cedele , consider Haagen Daaz, we end up at Soup Spoon. JJ and I almost went mad. Didn't help that we were lugging ('we' at first then one of his bags broke so stuff in the bag i helped carry went into the one he was carrying) his matriculation goodie bag which was rather bulky. hahaha. its so funny. But she'll make a really good salesperson. I JUST HAD TO buy this G2000 longsleeved shirt cos she was making all the right compliments. awww. i'm jus so Caesar.

Some photos!

WE TOOK THIS AT ONE RAFFLES LINK (or sth like tt). UNTIL WE REALISED WE WERE POSING ON A ROAD. haha.

another photo there.

LH redeemed her photo-taking skills

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Would it stop raining. I'm stranded at my ah gong's house and lunch awaits me back at real home.
ooh. I have an idea. *crazy look*

7/26/2005 12:30:00 PM

Sunday, July 24, 2005

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Crazy was stranded at a block of flats near his home. He was there to get a haircut.
He ignored the sign of the giant ship-of-a-cloud sailing low and above him and quite absentmindedly left his umbrella at home.
So the rain fell.
He grumbled a little to the more-than-sympathetic hairdresser and left the salon anyway.
How would you tackle this Crazy? You could almost hear the viewers ask in a cutsey childlike tone as they rest their chins in their palms, with curious looks on their faces.
Crazy always has a moment of sensibility. He considered. He could wait out until the rain stopped. He could buy an umbrella from the garlic and onion stalls. He could run to the bus stop, the path would be punctuated with shelters under flats, it won't be that bad. but Crazy was long decided and in fact, more than decided.
So Crazy, driven by some mysterious force, determined and doubtless, went over to the garlic and onion store and asked for a plastic bag. He was lucky. The owner was kind. She gave him a big red plastic bag.
Crazy put his belongings into his backpack and his backpack into the red bag. He remembered his shoes. He took off his shoes and added it into the red bag. He made a double knot and was satisfied. The rain hit the pavement in a crazy symphony.

Crazy walked out into the rain. The first drops were sharp and cold. Then he just got wetter and wetter. the wetter the better.
His sole shuffled along the smooth pavement to avoid slips and skipped complacently in a dance-like manner when he reached the rough tar roads. He was soaked from head to toe. Jumping into a puddle ,he felt the grime toss from the bottom of the concave. Treading on grass, he felt mud seep between his toes - cool and soft. He hugged his red bag , hopped and with a burst of energy, ran up the long slope. Home was near. The fabric of his cotton t-shirt stuck to his skin with significant weight and ankles aching a little.

Crazy looked out for cars. Mommy and Daddy were coming home from the market and would not be pleased to see him walking barefooted in the rain.He felt he could love the little boy on the other side of the road who too was running in the rain. Crazy smiled to himself more than once. He felt free. And crazy.

Crazy remembered playing in the rain when he was young. (or was it another one of his affairs with Imagination?)
But he didn't have this big red bag of belongings then.
Now he was just soaked from head to toe.

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I had a haircut today. The way i like it : high sloped and short.

Feel a flu coming up. But i'm just asking for it anyway.

My flight date and time are more or less confirmed. With my dad, that is. We haven't called up any travel agency yet. 25th August 8 am. I'll keep you guys updated along the way if there are any changes.

Everything feels so surreal now. I don't really know what surreal means. I think it means exceptionally close and real. If thats what it means, yea. (edit 270705: lou corrected me. surreal means dreamlike. total opposite of what im trying to mean! so i substitute surreal with er.... REAL? haha)
Flying away used to be just a date on a calendar, now its everything : travel insurance, medical kits, winter clothes, air tickets, accomodation, phone cards, passports and goodbyes.

And of all times (but could there have been another time?), the few of us MOEs decide to get all bonded and organise outings. Maybe its cos the UK people have an additional month so they don't feel the pressure of saying goodbye. I quite like a few of these MOE people and how i wish i could give them my undivided attention and allow time for NORMAL friendship progressions. But for now, its hard to keep my mind off all the old ghosts.

Saying proper farewells. hmm. Some workshop we had mentioned sth about saying goodbyes properly so we wouldn't have any regrets when we leave. I agree. But i really don't know how to. Everyone seems so busy with their lives and everything seems normal besides the fact that i'll be leaving on XXX date. Can there be enough outings? I don't know. I hope i can have a one-one farewell session with everyone in august. Just a simple dinner. I'm going to have a checklist people! *weak smile* Its so draining just to think about saying goodbye.

I foresee an avalanche of to-dos in august that pop out from nowhere (i haven't even started on exit permit, visa, air ticket , shopping etc) and i KNOW i'm e sort who can get so caught up in everything and get grumpy and stay home. I have to finish all my Chinese books i bought. Plus Harry Potter (aunt's gift for bro's bday today) and Marvel 1602 (by Neil, my gift for bro) and Tori Amos' Piece by Piece.

And Zi Fang (my xue jie) is asking me whether i've prepared my standby blog for china. Hmm. I don't think i will bother to till im settled over there. Bah. But i should update everyone on my life. And i bet all the settling in will overexcite me and i'll forget about people back here. So i better start one. Stay tuned. I miss this blog! >:O

Flying away in a month. I get wet palms just thinking of it.

I hope all my friends out there can be really understanding for my last month. I know its so like me to say this publicly but i'm just gonna sit my bum in anyway :

I know some of you are just dead busy and i know i can be really difficult with my timetable cos i have alot of commitments for now. okok i KNOW i can be really difficult. But the next month is really not a month for me to go begging people to go out and organise group outings and go find out how everyone is coping with their lives. I really really don't want to see myself doing that.

So for August, please give me the benefit of the doubt when you are wondering : why isn't he asking me out before he is flying? why aren't we meeting up?
I would love to meet everyone but i have to settle alot of stuff - both physical and mental. I'm not being a coldhearted bastard or pretending to be xiao1 sa3, i've never done this before, pardon me if i don't do it right.

If it isn't too hard on everyone, the golden clue is ASK ME OUT.
I'm just so typical (sighs to ml) to say all these but i thought it'll be right to set the tone right from the start cos u know i can be very zy.

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Met the combi back in HC on friday for a bball (not REALLY bball. ill call it run-and-laugh ball instead) and yong tau foo-cheese prata session. Sigh. the good ol' days.

7/24/2005 06:35:00 PM