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doctor suess is a wuss | ate his cat and slayed a moose
if you say so
guess this cinderella never quite made it home after that one magical night
it was hard work being alert from 11 to 7, trying to promote a magazine that you would never consider buying yourself. but i had to do it for 2 days and by 1.5 days i think i got so repulsed by the hypocrisy that some omnipresent italian magazine patron god decided to afflict me with an unknown virus that left me chilled to the bone but boiling from the fever. grah, $ was never harder to earn and now i have renewed respect for salespeople who have to deal with crazy customers' shit even when they're ill. met many girls from all walks of life at the event though; some who are mothers when most of their peers are schooling, some who would sacrifice their lunch break time to cover your duties, some who unscrupulously fake responses for surveys so as to boost their target numbers. people heard that i'm from lawfac and recoiled in awe/ horror/ wariness, but instead, law students should be the ones frightened of this big bad world; sheltered and idealistic creatures we are...
with the cny festivities very much over, it's time (for mum) to take down the gaudy red decorations around the house, and to try to keep the hands off the leftover snackersins that house visits have failed to wipe out. the sobering fact is that we've got just about 2 months/ 8 weeks more till exam period yet again. i definitely need to concentrate more on my studies instead of whiling my time away on inconsequentials at nights. here's to the days in the library/ pro bono room with rui, py etc in time to come.
anyhuuuss... it was nice to meet up with the girls at ping's aunt's place today. (i miss my school mates after just 5 days apart. wow.) the house is sprawling and it was a shame that i didn't have time to tour it properly because i had to rush off. shall upload the photos soon. tomorrow will be a taxing day because my house will be open to guests, so i shall have to be a good host =( hope i'm not expected to entertain the children because i am definitely not attuned to the modern day child's mindset and i don't know enough about My Chem Romance or what have you to gush about with them. remember to drink alot more water if you're eating alot of those heaty snackeroos, don't fall sick cos the corp insolv readings will not lessen for u. for those of you overseas... well, i send an e-bak kwa to you =) in the meantime, enjoy the last day of the 4 day cny break!
with the world in your hands, you seek out a star...
a friend unleashed a wave of nostalgia in me. i've been reading old msn conversation histories and viewing old photos, laughing at how we used to mass-rally the group to go for suppers on the fly, how i tried my utmost for 2 friends, how we said such terribly random things! most of all, i miss PGP the most... with my room on the 4th floor came practically every one of my significant memories. late night mugging sessions, visits from friends, walking to blooie's, suppers (mine and other ppl's :p), laughing to russell peters all by myself at 5am, valiantly trying to submit memos at 2359, the incredibly snug comforters in the arctic room, contentment to know that friends are just steps away. year 1 was defined as such. the word is fun. dynamics have changed and some things have fallen apart. i wish we could somehow work it out, but walls build upon old stones, and should-haves are now too late to be.
if you could change anything, what would you do?
however, new years eve in paris was hellish! the streets along champ de elysse were packed with ready revellers as early as 10 and things were getting a bit rowdy and messy already cos people had probably started their binge boozing since 4pm. anyway, there i was happily taking photos of the general landscape when all of a sudden a hand grabs/ swipes at my camera. chaos. i vaguely recall hearing khel confront a black guy in hip hop gear, man raises his hands in mock surrender, saying "no camera, man!" and then it mysteriously clatters painfully on the cobblestoned ground. the next few moments i could only register the cold stares from the remaining herd of black rapper wannabes. shocked and traumatised, i spent the last moments of 2007 tensing up whenever another large herd sauntered past us. going back via the metro was another 2 hr nightmare since perhaps half of paris were squeezing on to the same few trains. post event, khel and i realised how damn lucky we were to get off fairly easy; that black fcker or his gang could have had weapons or he could really have grabbed my camera and escaped through the crowd. no doubt that the cam now has a dented corner, at least it's still in operation for the rest of the travels. love paris but not the people. gg to sleep now because i've been supremely sleepy for the past few days. my month long escapades are nearing a close now but i think i'm looking forward to warmth and not having to wear coats!
khel has been a great guide to his family and i the past week, showing us the usual sights and sounds and the value for money ways of life. we went to tivoli theme park last night and it was a scene straight out of christmas fairytale books; little huts selling xmas goodies and decorations, kids wrapped up like eskimos, (fake) snow adorning the roofs and sidewalks. christmas is best spent in europe but raise the temperature a few notches please. his family leaves copen tmr afternoon and phew finally i can take a break from having to constantly be conscientious and cheery =p in a week i've taken almost 1 gb worth of photos so uploading and organising them will be a killer. 3 more weeks of eurotrip to go!
stupid weather has been plaguing sg these few days; incessant rain and dull skies make it very difficult to go out or walk around. yesterday the peace of the novena area was pierced with shrill shrieks from several silly girls who didn't know how to cross a water logged pavement. rui bemoaned her white aldo sandals, py's blisters probably festered, yalan, siewmen and jolie were probably too horrified to scream (or maybe rui drowned their voices out). i was kinda glad i wore my grubby crummy slippers so i din really mind the muddy water =) so much for our "keepers" amassing huge amounts of taxpayers' money, we can't even have flat pavements that don't accumulate water. i mean, ok i know we're trying to be independent from relying on our northern neighbour for water, but everybody deserves a smooth walkway now and then. pffft!
module choosing this sem is screwed up with the new single phase system. year 3s, the crummiest of crumbs in the ranking profile, have to bid blindly without knowing how many slots are left for the various modules. plus, so many interesting intensives are all lumped together on the tues thurs fri night slot so people (read: ME) who want to take them cannot choose them all. argg. sigh, i shall see what the system conjures up for me and worry later abt timetable clashes/ 6 day weeks etc. the long awaited eurotrip is here at last! last night i was abit saddened by the thought that i wouldn't be sleeping in my own comfy bed till 1 month later. a larger gloom would be the guilt that i can't help but feel to leave my parents all alone during the festive season. we've attended xmas services as a family since forever but i can't do that with them this year. hope that they aren't too saddened about it and that they will nonetheless be filled with the festive spirit. i shall miss my friends back home too... i'll probably be able to access the internet and msn from europe, but i won't be able to do the orchard road patrol, nor go for alley bar drinks, nor attend our traditional NYE class party. all the best to everybody and happy holidays!
a baby kitten, perhaps no bigger than palm-size decided to see the world.
it froze, suddenly fixated on roars of movement getting much too loud
flip flip
the movements were becoming slower and weaker.
i saw death tonight, please i want to forget it.
days have been spent turning day to night in the pro bono room, which has become study cell for me, rui, py, chloe, jolie, rui's funny guy friends etc. thank you ruishan, for driving me to my doorstep every night at 10 plus. not that we've really been cramming our heads; most times we facebook/ online shop/ complain/ gossip/ go on random walks/ torment the turtle (more on that next time) and fall asleep. ah shucks, so doomed.
- at the stadium track, i was merrily running around when the flood lights shut off. OH so that was why people started milling out a while ago. it was just me, all alone in a darkened stadium in a secluded location but strangely i wasn't too bothered. in fact, i was more annoyed at being interrupted mid-run and was prepared to continue my rounds in the dark. however, for the safety of my wallet and other items that were crying to be picked up (possibly not by me), i decided to leave. mutters.
- paid the entrance fee to enter the gym because i didn't want to just stop then. negotiated the treacherous maze of equipment and testosterone and tried to tune out the scary sight of dozens of men trying to outdo each other on the machines. they took their muscles very seriously there; it was almost 10pm and the room was filled with men with already bulging biceps trying to maintain their figures. the grand total of 3 females huddled by the sides on the cardio machines. i could almost imagine them poking one another in jockish daftness, remarking "ni de bi wo da!"
- on the way home, i followed the path out and came to a darkened stretch of road with no lights, cars or humans. i could see the main road some distance away and didn't want to turn back, so i hecked it and decided to take that quiet road. again, fear for personal safety was not paramount but rather, i hoped and prayed that i would not step on "undesirables". i think my situational awareness skills are highly retarded, or that i'm too trusting in the milk of human goodness. singing the Greenday song, i walked a lonely road and was safe.
in other news, this is taken from a faraway friend's blog. i find it "super funny" because it's captioned in such a typically HER way. can almost hear her saying it in that babyish voice... =p
i received, with interest, an email bearing good news that i've won a year's subscription to a certain local (bimbotic) magazine. yay, fluffy entertainment for 12 months. not that i'm complaining, but i really wonder how foul-luck-me could have managed to win something. i've got a suspicion that i was the only participant; definitely more plausible than how i could actually be lucky in events of chance for once. hmmmsies... oh, to follow up on the previous post, yes i lost AGAIN during another gaming session last weekend.
on a separate note, here's a fun new song with a good beat by "fiddysen". other than the fact that some random parts sound reminiscent of the uber retarded Numa Numa song of 2005 chicken little infamy, this song makes me feel like i still have a young side; albeit for 3 min =)
xing nian kuai le! wan shi ru yi!
it's day 3 of the lunar new year and i'm getting slightly sick of the visiting already; maybe it's just because of my foul gambling luck... i've lost at every session that i've sat down for, so it's not a happy sensation. never mind, i shall comfort myself with the thought that da4 cai2 bu4 chu1, xiao1 cai1 bu4 jing4... also, it's very strange that i win beautifully during rounds when we don't play with money/ just chips. my chips stacks during the poker game in ping's aunt's gorgeous mansion was damn high la, but when we started to use money, my luck ran off. boohoo, i'm destined to be a slave/ work horse who has to toil for my $$ =(
pet is not pleased....
is there a light switched on somewhere beneath the surface?
i suspect my body clock hasn't gotten back to normal ever since i came back from europe; i'm sleeping at abt 3am or beyond nightly and waking at times that are shamefully late (on non 9am school days obviously). or at least, i'd like to use the perpetual jet lag as an excuse for my unhealthy sleep cycles.
hello from the bedroom of my kind host shloke at 4.15am, london time. sheryl is super damnnnn hospitable and kind; she exiled herself from her own bedroom so that us 2 squatters cld have more space for the next 2 nights. altogether now... AWWWW!! had drinks at a pub that LOTR's tolkien used to frequent and then followed with champagne and smirnoff in her room that's as large as 2 average size dorm rooms. oxonians have it good!
london has been wonderful; for one, i'm back in my comfort zone cos ppl speak english and i don't have to keep wondering if the locals are cussing me behind my back again. then there're the great new year sales in EVERY shop here. i've finally experienced the wonders of H&M, and strangely the topshop range looks downright strange here; what's up with flowery and translucent silky material?! too bad that as i dragged khel along from shop to shop, i had to suppress my feelings of utter guilt cos he had a damn sian diao and tired look the whole time. but it was his turn to become shoppermaniac today at portobello market cos he bought 6 posters in an hour. wtf there'll be leftovers if he used them to wallpaper his room in copen la!
student prices for theatres rock. we got 60pounds tix to Spamalot for just 22, in top range seats so we could see every expression change on the actors' faces. culture: +10pts. so yeah, london has been fantastic and i would like to come back in summer time.
hej!! it's been more than a week of cold winter's days for me now and grrrrr i'm a tropical creature so i'm not liking it. however, the sights sounds and experiences are so very refreshing and exciting since this is my first time in europe. here, people respect cyclists and pedestrians, take the initiative to approach tourists who look lost, houses are decked up in christmas finery and seeing everyone wrapped up in jackets and scarves adds even more to the yuletide atmosphere. well, there is also the damn annoying yells of "ni hao" or "konichiwa!" from young punks when asians walk by, and the strange ryebread that the danes relish but can moonlight as bricks, as well as the globs of fresh spit lining the streets that i have to constantly avoid.
i'll be heading to the cold lands of europe this fair night. strangely, i'm more hyped up for the plane ride and the first day in copenhagen than the events that will follow, probably because once traveling starts full swing, the pessimist in me will bemoan the passing of good times with each day that i spend exploring and experiencing. nonetheless, i think arriving at each new country's hostel will be fun. many days (that should have been spent on studying) were used to trawl the www and read countless (conflicting) reviews before booking, and it will be some sort of thrill to discover if what i see/read is what i get. a few days ago, i received an email from a brit company informing me that i'd won a free double pass for a parisian bus tour trip. after some cynicism and verification with the organisers, i confirmed that *yayy* i've won something of value for once =) hopefully the passes will arrive in denmark before we leave, if not i'll... errr... i can't really scold anybody since this is a free thing anyway i guess. haha.
This is a Winter Date.
i've got a winter Date;
Do you?
i saw death tonight.
one tentative step down the curb (it must have been a precipitous slope in its eyes)
oh the thrill of starting on a journey!
the tiny shape barely registered on the large open lanes
where should it go?
a torrent of speeding cars gushed forth,
baby cat still stood in its tracks.
in that instant, it learnt more than it ever will about the dangers of the world
i stood 2 meters away feeling utterly useless. no guts to dash onto the road to pick the cat up, not quick enough to direct cars away.
just stood there, watching
a speeding mini bus was the vehicle that i knew would eventually come
i just stood there, watching
listening as the wheels smashed into kitty with an awful noise like that of a bag of fluids bursting
i guess it very much was; its young bones probably still soft and brittle.
its legs thrashed wildly, the rest of its body rendered useless
flip. did it want to escape or was that the only thing it could do to silently scream its pain?
sprawled exposed on the road, a pool of dark liquid glistened under the orange street lamp glow.
i wish i had courage to brave the cars and blood, to at least help to keep its broken body intact
but i still stood there, only managing feeble attempts to point at the road and wave other unseeing tyres away. much help that was...
i hardened my heart to walk away because i didn't want to see my fears fulfilled
turning back... there was no more movement from the matted ball of fur
choking back nausea and self-derision, i ran away from the tragic scene
the jog back home did not help to clear my head, the sound of a splattered sack of fluid echoed in infinite loop
not dead. in fact, i'm somewhat happy today because i have completed 3/4 of my semester's burdens! handed in my 3rd written paper exam this morning, for the first time earlier than a few seconds before due time. now it's 9 days of intensive evidence revision till D-day... scary thought. and 2 days after that, i shall return to the (foot of the) rungs as raffles place slave. going to do a short stint at ro*yk's corporate and finance side before the eurotrip, which leaves me with rather little time to buy more holiday essentials. i still want to buy fur trim to manually stick onto my jacket la! OoH, bimbotic.
watch this and die of mortification! a song abt good ol' donahue =Z
the first time i saw this poster from my bus, i thought that jodie foster was a jap pretty boy, what with the bleached shoulder length hair, surgically chiselled nose and "i am so cool" pose. anyway, i digress. the point of the poster is the title. i was a Brave One today. 
"Highland cows. Super hairy. Only in Scotland I think."
Apologise - Timbaland ft. One Republic
damn nice song for a rainy emo night, if you're having one... or if you're fancying some wrist slashing in your ill lil' head.