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oldies posies

// lonnngggg ago in september, we went for mortini hour // cutesy pop tart aka tart // nice photo of my girls // the intricate gold carving on the wall that probably contains some good confucian values that the more erudite might understand // Yes i know even october is over already, hrmph, i'm late so that you can reminisce ok! //

// spiderwoman in her early halloween get-up // sometimes, even bimbs can be quite bright // pretty cars // fast cars zooming around the marina square area //

// wendypoo and her pampered kid // coffee and cakes at coffeeclub // free cake from the extremely chatty waiter // mrs traffic barricade as foster mother to a baby bat

// Oomphatico to celebrate the terrible twins' birthdays. at least this was just a month ago // ying's clammy pasta thing // all in a row // they're paint splotches, they're flying swallows, no... they're black goldfishes (and a set of eyes behind i think) // my very substantial row of sandwiches // the birthday girls who proclaimed that they felt old the moment they woke up. pfft // yummers =) // victorian styled restaurant //
 

 

my sexy friends

Sexay beasts

facebook is funny sometimes; i was playing around with one of the applications when they asked me to compare these 2 individuals for, of all things, sexiness. honestly; these 2 gentlemen put together aren't exaaactly going to get a roomful of grannies hooting, hmmm but then again, khel always calls Trissums a "Sexy beast". but i'm guessing he means more beast than sexy. where is god? why is the earth round? how are babies made? who is sexier- khel or tris? =p

friday evening was the closest thing to oktoberfest i'll have this year. there was free flow beer all night long at kr50 and we drank the house rather dry. either the guys all have expanded livers after their 1 year exchange sojourn, or the beers weren't strong enough, but everyone was still rather sober despite more than 5 cups on average (tris singlehandedly lowering the figures with his amazing 2 beer capacity) so there were no rowdy drinking games. the guys (*ahemBoazahem*) were super freaked out by an art installation with 8 little white figures standing in formation and huddled at the sides whilst the girls posed and took photos. i have quite alot of photos (from that night and since the time the girls went to mortons) waiting to be liberated from my camera, but inertia rules and its 3.30am bedtime now. will do the necessary soon. till then, at least this blog is revived somewhat.

where did everyone go?

how come the mid sem break passed by so soon!?!?! ok, granted that monday was spent in lalaland after too many drinks at the lawiv afterparty, the other 4 days so far have marched by and forgotten to sign in at HQ! I'm damn glad that there's no urgent assignment to hand in after the break, cos there's no way that i can make the transition from production rehearsal mode to muggermaniac mode so soon. stilll... there's chinese corp exam and islamic law research paper due in 3 weeks. Run for the hillssss!! went to the old campus today to try to fulfil the research aspect of the research paper and felt so old but also rather out of place cos in some undefinable way, the btc folk atop our ivory hill just look and act differently. of course i'm not assessing the tiongers' standards, but slug to snail, we're just not the same. must have been evolution after being booted out of the west and being subject to Summit food over the years. anyway the curtains have fallen gracefully on "the perfect wedding" and i'm happy to report a successful production. but now that we no longer have to dance those same dances day in day out, nor hide backstage or wait in the audi for our rehearsals, there is a sense of emptiness and lack of direction in life. i guess "at the end of the day, we can turn around and say, This is what Love is..."

the air conditioning in my room is getting cold. i wish i had my old blue fuzzy bedroom slippers to hide my feet into.
a few nights ago, i wished that i could round up some friends and eat supper on a whim in the holland v crystal jade restaurant. i didn't need the food, i just wanted to be there.
today i passed by that window on the 4th floor of pgp block 8, i wished that the past was a video store and i could just walk in and choose any part i wanted to replay.
and then there was that route from the old school, guild house, kr, pgp. taken many times, by many people.
events have unfolded that i wish didn't taunt me in the face; they'll still be there even after i stop closing my eyes
i'm in a comfortable cocoon,
but i don't merely want to be content.

bruised and battered

// he's getting himself a few fake bruises because he was beaten up by the golden phoenix clan // i've got myself some of the real deal because of furuguang's slavedriver dance. (kidding boss, kiddddinggg!) // evidently, we've put in alot of effort so The Perfect Wedding looks set to be -perfect- //

time seems to have passed by so damn fast, but upon reflection, we've really done and went through quite a lot the past 2 months or so. lurking around school the whole weekend to wait for my scene to finally begin was quite sian-nifying because well... i was just waiting and unneeded for most of the time but still had to be on red alert for my cue. nvm, just a week more; for charity. i'm really proud of the achievements of my batchmates; the set is amazing (i painted a tiny bit only so i'm not self praising =p), the logistics have been handled adriotly and the motions thought out well. well down us, i'm glad that there's such a traditional for us to do something fun yet meaningful before we just go out to start work. alright i'm damnnnn sleepy now, and i can't even muster up some energy to read any notes. sigh, much catching up to do once next week is done with!

flight of the mandarins

The past 2 days have been spent being a Mandarin girl; Tuesday in the Oriental and Wednesday in Meritus.

the buffet at triple3 was delightful; the spread was amazing and it wasn't the usual mass produced yawn inducing variety. khel discovered, to my horror, that the oysters on ice were still alive and that they wld contract slightly when we squeezed lemon juice on them. omg that is DAMN GROSS, how can people bear the thought of snuffing the last vestiges of life out of a living thing in their mouth and subject it to Death by Molar?! i know its hypocritical- what's the difference between having someone kill my food for me and me doing it personally? well, fears are irrational; so shoot me. khel had no qualms at all and proceeded to send many more of the poor suckers to their salivery graves

// making crustaceans quake in their shells // a huge plate of marine life... the baby lobsters were yumms, as were the smoked salmon slices // the appetizer and salad table was good enough for me // but there was definitely space for pralines //

// mmm... beeefff // lovely company for the afternoon // delighted to sip martinis at 5 in the afternoon // lychee martini and chocotini // the bar at mortons //

for a while, the plan was that shloke wld be here in sg too, within spitting distance to go for tea time chats and shopping trips every so often. but the books were re-written and now she's going to be leaving for yet another year. emails and msn won't feel the same as commiserating, laughing and shrieking together across the coffee table, but cest la vie, i wish you all the best my dear... may you continue to do brilliantly in your studies and i hope that you'll be able to clinch your dream job!

we parted ways at marina square and as we lingered over our goodbyes, she remarked that it was like we were in the airport. 29/9/05 was the day wasn't it? i was just a first yearer and you were preparing for the unknown in life half a globe away. so much has changed in the meantime, as we have; but i'm very grateful that we've kept the friendship alive and that we've been spared the anguish of finding our conversations peppered with increasingly awkward pauses. thank you for friendship and for love. waiting for you to come home for christmas!

the doomed boat

sailing in glassy doom

hey c'mon, amsterdam might be a city of many vices, but at least leave the tourists alone...

the papers today carried a rather interesting article; a particularly interesting comment went something like this, "after 3 weeks of watching ch*na blow the GDPs of several small nations on fireworks alone, we can get back to doing what we were doing before- like raising funds to build schools for children in ch*na."

indeed, perhaps the image of yellow motherland as backward and needy should be abolished forever now that they've come out and bruised the morale of many future olympic hosts with their grand show. they've got the dough to build huge birds nests and watery cubes and the resourcefulness to match cute faces with angelic voices, so surely they can channel some of this know-how towards fundraising efforts to rebuild their own backyard. i don't know... like... send the troup that scaled the tower during the closing ceremony to compete with the french spiderman in a vertical amazing race for charity? Rubiks cube olympics underwater? hire out voices to ameeerikah to endorse their candidates? (kiddy endorsement is getting big!) either way, it's really strange that the world is clambering to help an entity that just roared "Look ma, No Hands!!!" i don't see anything being done to raise funds for hurricane gust*v or the flooding in ind*a, so Why So Serious about s|chuan? i say we divert the money instead to reclaiming more land for ourselves so that the sgoon gardens folk can stop fretting about the Others in their backyard. oh wait, then some Others will gripe that we're bullying them whilst they're weak from fasting.

ironically, now that school has started for a month already, i'm more free than when i started (cos my double trouble intensives have ended) and its now a 3 day week. Law4 is in 2 weeks and geesh thats a scary thought; but i think the batch is working really hard to make it work, so what's left is for people to contribute to our cause. charity begins at home; BUY TICKETS TO HELP CHILDREN IN OUR OWN COUNTRY! all proceeds are in aid of the Spastic Childrens' Association of Singapore so you'll get to do a good deed whilst being entertained. yes you may laugh at me as i do the 2-step jig. come for:

The Perfect Wedding
7pm on 19, 20 and 21 September 2008
NUS Bt Timah Campus Auditorium
Tickets at $15, $20 and $50
http://www.freewebs.com/lawiv2008/

thankyouverymuch =)

cut short

for those who still don't know, i now have short hair. yes, it's back to the old school with hair cropped to the nape of my neck and no need for hair-ties anymore. it was only till my next hair wash when i realised my loss- i tried to spread the shampoo evenly to the ends of my hair but to my horror there was nothing to extend towards. on the bright side, i'm helping the family save water and shampoo during these lean times.

and then there was a brush with mortality. khel and i were driving out of my estate via the main road and being as main roads are, we have right of way over left right center. but a cabbie of "blue color taxi company" decided that his side road was now the main road and that the huge Slow sign at his junction was non existent, or perhaps he was simply enjoying the merry downhill ride as he surged down the sloping road, but he FRIGGIN DID NOT SLOW/STOP/WAIT at the junction for us to pass and drove right towards the side of our car. khel jammed the brakes as hard as he could but it was still not enough cos the back of the cab was still in the way of our car and the sickly crunch of metal indicated that we didn't clear it. shocked and angry, we drove after the cabbie to settle matters at the side road. luckily he was aware that he totally f*cked up and admitted liability so compensation was no problem. this incident reminds us that stupid drivers (esp CABBIES) prowl the land, but even more so, about how fragile life can be. khel kept wondering if he could have braked earlier or harder to not collide at all, but we also recognise that if he had reacted later or if we had driven slightly faster, we would have died. simple as that. the cab would have plowed into the side of our car at top speed and either crushed the whole side or flipped us over. it took me awhile to realise this implication cos i was still pissed with the stupid driver, but now i see the amazing hand of God in it as well and i marvel at the near miss. be thankful for your life today, and be alert on the roads my friends; i would like to keep you around with me for as long as possible and i'm glad that i'm still able to be here with you.

magic ::: the gathering

// happy birthday to me // dinner at plaza marketplace with the parents n khel // time for the friends... towkay mau with his pretty secretary and left hand Man // girls at the table // hello hello everyone. full and stuffed from the buffet // adrienne siewmen and pet up in the room // guys getting ready to drink. winston more ready than others //

// while others slump on the floor, kyle doesn't forget to give a 1980s act cool pose // kevy poppins in the doorway // taupoking kong. why do guys do this when they look like they're in so much pain? // kong breaking wendy's neck // poor rui had to depend on her notepad all night to communicate //

22 years old. grah that sounds disgusting but nothing feels different. other than the fact that we've all sold our souls 1 year in advance to various firms, nope, no indication that age is catching up with me. 9 july night was much fun; the best gift is probably that of friendship and i'm very thankful for my gifts in all shapes and sizes. whiskey, vodka, tequila and absinthe (or Absent, per Mau J) sloshed around in very glamorous plastic cups, people splayed out across the room and made a lot of noise (the walls must be amazingly thick cos the hotel management didn't come up to chase us out) and a game of ring of fire could somehow keep us entertained for about 3 hours. i had quite a good sleeping spot but my neck still aches now after 2 days =( thank you for the giant clutch bag and the crystal earrings, and the taka vouchers, they will go far towards the pet upkeep effort.

in The office

to merge and acquire

and so it was... and is to be.

of mundanities and timing

// vast expense of blue blue sea // docked up and going nowhere // the child in him going mad at the roskilde viking museum // the restored version of an original viking vessel // errrrm i'm assuming that this is a danish flag // the 3 jars in roskilde symbolizing life and death (then why are there 3 jars?) // at a picnic with the outgoing exchange students of KU // picnicing at the Christiana jetty //  fisheye effect // again, hello copenhagen //
 

time was of the essence many times today.

i'm an intern, yes, the kind that no one really speaks to or bothers with, so you can expect that the telephone on my desk is pretty much there for display. but a few moments ago when i was looking at it to figure out what the buttons and shortcuts are, it suddenly began to ring. this could be a new Heroes power; using force of mind to will people to call you (most suitable for loners and outcasts).

earlier in the day, my nostalgic pinings came back to bite me in the face; i did get to revisit my much missed holidaying experience, but it was in the form of reliving london underground delays! the blardy mrt service cocked up again this morning and it took me 45min to get from my station to raffles place aka double the time. scores of annoyed worker ants were thus trapped in the carriages in the middle of the tracks with bad ventilation and an overly-enthusiastic voice recording telling us "We apologise for any inconvenience caused". who is this "We" you speak of, and no, i do not want an apology from you, your disembodied voice brethren or the rest of the train parts; your sincere apology does not make me any less late for work! at the subsequent stations we passed through, there wld be occasional announcements saying that "the train might be crowded due to an earlier technical fault". hell yeah i can see, feel and SMELL that the train is crowded... not just that, the driver refused to close the doors for the longest time, thereby further delaying us and further taunting the frustrated people left standing on the platform after they failed to find any available crevice to squeeze themselves into. well done train company; this really justifies your constant fare hikes. i just read that a new bus service 128 will run alongside the train routes come this july 7 so as to ease the morning crunch. on paper it sounds like quite a clever solution, but if technical faults continue to plague us or if the bus comes once in a few blue moons, then there's really no point.

ppffttt... i'd also rant abt how my workload is unevenly spread, abt moratorium and pupillage application, abt not having the time to go jogging after work, abt expensive plane tickets to nearby places, abt waking up early, abt some idiots who pretend they i haven't told them things though i obviously did before, abt getting older next week and more. but i have no more energy to write so much.