tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37614392011-04-21T21:53:44.005-07:00In the shade of the Graceful BirchLunch anyone?hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comBlogger2021100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1159055544893029122006-09-23T16:46:00.000-07:002006-09-23T17:04:40.426-07:00About LeaveDear all, rampant_mumblings will be on Sabbatical for the coming year (or rather next 10 months). Though I may check in here from time to time. In the meanwhile, Lumpy Takes France! will fill in as temp..Till we meet again!!hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1126792469805648942005-09-15T06:26:00.000-07:002005-09-15T06:59:57.816-07:00About LossI am watching far too many American serials.So today, I lost my wallet. You see, I was deep in thought as I got onto the bus and equally deep in thought when I got off, pondering seriously on important subjects such as Life and Philosophy. So in my absent-mindedness, I left my wallet on the bus.It was only when I'd got off the bus that I realised what I had done. By which time it was hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1126628093840415242005-09-13T09:08:00.000-07:002005-09-13T09:19:29.580-07:00I promised my Qing Jia to post, so here goes, albeit a little tardy:About Waxing and so onDear friends, I have a sad piece of news to announce. It is a piece of sorrow that I must relate, but what must be done, must be, and so I shall proceed. Dear friends and loved ones, I am sorry to say but it appears to be that I am getting fat.You see, my face is getting round. Round round as in really roundhpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1124470992703535182005-08-19T08:59:00.000-07:002005-08-19T10:10:35.690-07:00About Today's LecturerI could not concentrate during our lecture today. You see, the lecturer, who was smartly dressed in a long-sleeved office shirt and tie distracted me. His shirt was too small. The neck and shoulder area was too tight. The man needs a larger shirt size, at least for the collar area. And his tie was too long.As my friends and anyone who has seen my dressing know, I am not one hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1124470211425425592005-08-19T08:55:00.000-07:002005-08-19T09:50:11.430-07:00About MeSome of us are destined to do great things in our lifetimes. Not me though, I'm afraid. If I tried, perhaps I could achieve; but it has recently come to my attention that I was not designed to do great things; but am merely destined for a life of quiet, simple and elegant domesticity.It struck me that morning while I was busily preparing for the National Day Mahjong Party. That was the hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1122197045957706912005-07-24T02:04:00.000-07:002005-07-24T03:01:20.970-07:00About IllnessI have realised that as you grow older, illness hits you harder. Have been down with a cold for the past 6 days. This has not been a pleasant experience. I think it was the dinner on Monday with Ali and Qing Jia that did me in:Milo Dinosaur, Sambal Stingray, Indian Rojak, Indian Mee Goreng and Chocolate Ice Cream Prata.Not the healthiest choice for dinner.So I've finally decided to hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1117552204132266472005-05-31T08:06:00.000-07:002005-05-31T08:12:51.956-07:00About ClubbingAs my nearest and dearest, as well as anyone who will listen, know, my life plan is1. to marry a doctor2. and live happily every after.The question then of course, is what sort of doctor I would like to ensnare.Well, thus far, I’ve settled on:a. successful andb. charming.And now, having celebrated Ali’s Grand 20th Birthday at the Grand Copthorne cum Zouk, I have decided to add a newhpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1116254825031662232005-05-16T07:25:00.000-07:002005-05-16T07:52:54.413-07:00About RenewalDear Friends,I have been reformed! Today, is the beginning of a whole new life for me. Today, commences a new era of living! Today, will always be remembered.You see my friends: Today, I went jogging.Indeed, as most of you know, I am not fond of exercise. Possibly, I never will be. But that is not the point. The point is that there comes a point in life, where you realise you can no hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1112283904618939812005-03-31T07:16:00.000-08:002005-03-31T07:45:04.620-08:00About RealisationsI had decided my father didn't love me. You see, I had explicitly booked my father to drive me to buy my mooting suit on Friday, following which I would allow him to buy me dinner (since he's been constantly trying to bring me out for dinner... the old man does love my company... aww.).But earlier tonight, he had said he might be unable to drive me around for both since he hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1108746066105139282005-02-18T08:58:00.000-08:002005-02-18T09:01:06.106-08:00About BadnessSo, I was innocently sitting in Church that day, when suddenly there appeared the Exceedingly Good-Looking Man. He was tall, was the Exceedingly Good-Looking Man, with brown hair that was pleasantly disorderly, a rosy complexion and the twinkliest and nicest-est eyes I’d seen. Now this was not the first time I had met him and quite frankly, every single time I’d seen him again I hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1106303046089950732005-01-21T01:58:00.000-08:002005-01-21T02:24:06.090-08:00About Parting (again!)
My cousins came to visit today. I like my relatives, they just called and said they were coming... and so they did. Thank goodness I had notice to pack up my room... and the Alicia shrine!
Well anyway, the crux of the post is that I had to give some of my books away, cause my little cousin looked at them with such pleading in her eye (that one will grow up to be like me!)hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1106149529341788732005-01-19T07:39:00.000-08:002005-01-19T07:45:29.340-08:00About Parting
Just to say:
Farewell my beloved!! Take care!
and Have Fun!! (as if you won't!)
Remember the List!!
hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1104858917512488482005-01-04T07:58:00.000-08:002005-01-04T09:45:17.736-08:00About Another Dinner
I thought the Ungallant One was bad. Turns out that there is worse!
Dinner with the Wayward One today. Really, really, REALLY!!! Boys are really not what they used to be! See now, the Ungallant One did not call at my place... but at least he invited me to his bus-stop that he may escort me all the lonely journey to dinner. The Wayward One, now, was amazing. He merely asked hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1104770798380133602005-01-03T06:41:00.000-08:002005-01-04T09:44:35.060-08:00About New Year's Eve
Ali's New Year's Eve Party on Friday. You were supposed to bring your own alcohol and guests.
Alicia's brother now, brought 12 guests... who happened to be his fellow OCS officers. Ali reserved the two best-looking, one for her and one for me. And it turned out that the one reserved for me really wasn't bad-looking! He was roguishly delightful!! Alas he was drunk. Nothing hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1103907242485115422004-12-24T09:50:00.000-08:002004-12-24T09:08:32.373-08:00About Christmas!
Merry Christmas to all!! May our Lord keep and bless you all this happy day!
hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1103857628308731272004-12-23T18:55:00.000-08:002004-12-23T19:15:21.883-08:00About Infidelity
I have decided. I don't want a pilot. Nor a neurosurgeon. Nor an ambassador. I want a barrister. From Cambridge.
Truth to speak, I just want to be Mrs Colin Firth! But ARGH!! The man's already married. I am most displeased.
hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1103554533059009422004-12-20T06:32:00.000-08:002004-12-20T06:55:33.060-08:00About Updates
Alright. An update! I broke my tooth yesterday. Accidentally bit into a bone. My poor nerve was exposed! It hurt to chew. *sniff*
Went to the dentist today. Nice chap. Good bedside manner. Friendly. White Coat... but I digress. Anyway I think Yew Jia should learn from him. He was very well-informed. I had a new, temporary crown fixed! How regal! Turns out I have fluorisis as well,hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1102870817566745612004-12-12T08:34:00.000-08:002004-12-12T09:00:17.566-08:00About What I Would Be
I disclaim all originality for this. This was stolen off the blog of someone I know. So here goes:
If I were a month, I would be September... or February simply because I like them
If I were a day of the week, I would be Tuesday since there is just something about the way it sounds
If I were a time of day, I would be Late Morning, since Night depresses me and Early Morninghpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1102526963133227112004-12-08T07:42:00.000-08:002004-12-08T20:22:59.416-08:00About Pleasant Reunions
Shopping on Monday with Qing Jia and Wei Wei. It's been a while since they've seen me. Poor dears! They have grown plump pining away for my presence. Anyway, I have decided that I am very fond of pink. Apparently it becomes me. Qing Jia positively beamed when she first saw me and I swear... her eyes sparkled at the soothing sight of me in rose, and then she swooned as shehpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1102176325581645152004-12-04T07:49:00.000-08:002004-12-04T08:05:25.583-08:00About Etiquette
Thought I'd share these with you all... These were 'Etiquette Notes' issued to students in an English Girls' Boarding School in the early 1900s... I'm surprised Nanyang never gave us any:
1. When opening or closing a door the handle should be completely but quietly turned and the door closed without the least rattle.
2. The handkerchief should be used as hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1102085249388225332004-12-03T06:19:00.000-08:002004-12-03T06:56:21.340-08:00About Fat
Oh fudge. I am getting fat. Or maybe the sentence really should be "I shall be getting fat".
Today was not a good day. Had glutinous rice for breakfast, topped with absolutely gorgeous fried shallots... Mmmm...... poignant flavour in every mouthful. Then for lunch was Indian Mee Goreng, which was such a sinful, vivid orange-red, drenched in Tomato Ketchup... delightfully spicy, hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1102000567253100632004-12-02T07:06:00.000-08:002004-12-02T07:53:02.683-08:00About Random Thoughts
I have just realised that TWO certain people owe me dinner. And they BOTH have coincidentally been avoiding me!! Hmm..... I wonder...
Honestly, what ever happened to sportsmanship... your candidate lost cause mine was better! My dears, you both should really learn how to accept defeat... and the inevitable fact that the better will always trump the worse...
Really!
That hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1099582366047562962004-11-02T08:52:00.000-08:002004-11-04T07:43:53.120-08:00About FOUR MORE YEARS!!!
FOUR MORE YEARS!!!
George Bush is in AGAIN!!! Oh sweet, sweet shall be my slumber tonight!
***
Oh that the months and months of praying was all worthwhile! Tennyson said it well: "More things are wrought by prayer than this world knows about." I think we should never forget to pray.
P.S. This certain use of colours is to signify how the RED states trumped the BLUE!!
hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1098631189835318592004-10-24T08:11:00.000-07:002004-10-24T17:57:07.183-07:00About Uniform
Wednesday was uniform day. We went to school in JC uniform. (Oh yes we really did!!)
It's been a while since I've worn my green-and-white. I had to fold my skirt up THRICE so that it was the normal length, it rather shows how long my skirt is/was.
(Actually I exaggerate a bit, I didn't fold my skirt... the girls helped me!! Didn't know how to fold the damned thing!)
It was reallyhpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1097335976917095382004-10-09T08:29:00.000-07:002004-10-09T08:32:56.916-07:00About Uncles
Today I went to my Grandparents' place, and the first thing I heard as I walked through the door was my uncle.
"Eh", he went, "You've grown chubbier."
I glared at him, while my aunt prodded him and asked him not to talk nonsense.
I sulked.
In a bid to improve the situation, that man had the cheek to reply, "What?! Chubbier girls look nicer."
Oh honestly, I have the nastiest hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1097220737243354482004-10-07T23:38:00.000-07:002004-10-08T00:40:48.346-07:00About Dinner
Dinner with the Ungallant One last night. Really, they don't make boys like they used to! Firstly, the Ungallant One didn't call at my place, rather, I had to travel all the way to his bus-stop. And yes, we took a bus. Honestly, I think every boy should learn how to drive before they are allowed to go out.
Then when we reached Holland Village, the Ungallant One left it up to me to hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1096988554180343112004-10-05T07:48:00.000-07:002004-10-05T08:02:34.180-07:00About Premature Ageing
An AGP, as it is known to students in the Faculty of Law, is a graduate student. A graduate student is one who has already got his first degree and is at NUS for his second in Law.
Today I was told a shocking piece of news. Apparently, it seems, that my classmate thought I was an AGP.
THE INSULT!!!
Oh honestly, which part of me looks old?!
I have N-E-V-E-R been so hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1096601741525111132004-09-30T19:56:00.000-07:002004-09-30T20:35:41.526-07:00About After-Dinner Entertainment
My belated birthday celebration yesterday. It was fun, although for once we broke away from tradition and didn't go to Fish & Co. Wonder if that was the right thing to do. Perhaps they'd have had the Chocolate Fudge Cake since the eggs are back in supply. Oh well what's done is done and I, for once, can't do anything about it.
So dinner was eel sushi, hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1096472398242202842004-09-29T08:33:00.000-07:002004-09-29T08:44:04.873-07:00About Celebration
Happy Birthday to ME!! Heh.
Not really a happy day today. Torts test. Torts tutorial. *Sigh*
Years and years from now I shall sadly recall that I spent my 19th birthday in a tortious and tort-urous (Ha ha!) situation. (Oh goodness... my sense of humour is now legalised! Bleargh.)
Oh and the point of this post is to make people who have conveniently forgotten to bid me well hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1094804197486692842004-09-10T01:10:00.000-07:002004-09-10T01:18:47.946-07:00About Old Things Which Return To Haunt Us
Hee hee hee... see this people!! Especially if you're from RJ!! Oh my oh my oh my!
Oh don't you miss those heady days of long ago... so long ago... *sigh* long ago!
P.S. Great lunch Xiu-er! So glad you liked your gifts which arose from my excellent taste. Xiu-er... heh I like that name more than Xiu Xiu. I love Crystal Jade.
hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1094232588207327382004-09-03T10:30:00.000-07:002004-09-03T10:34:26.890-07:00About Revival
It's been a while since I've blogged. Very sleepy now because I had too heavy a dinner... plus it's way past my bedtime, or rather what has been my bedtime these days... I hope I don't get a nightmare... Qing Jia says rich dinners give you nightmares... but then... what does Qing Jia know.
First and foremost, let me congratulate Fluffy-puff aka Wei Wei who won third place in the hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1092925443288119492004-08-19T07:10:00.000-07:002004-08-19T07:26:52.983-07:00About Correspondence
Correspondence isn't what it used to be. The language used nowadays is disgraceful. One should always attempt to write beautiful letters, as I am of the opinion that one should always have a noble purpose in life, however fickle it may be.
Today, I have written a beautiful letter, and, as I have planned to make it my purpose to educate my unlearned masses in the delicate hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1092758238813756042004-08-17T08:42:00.000-07:002004-08-17T08:57:18.813-07:00About Clever Things I've Said Today
X: So how many guys have been going after you?
Me: None... none... I am tragically unpursued.
X: Have you considered the fact that that could because you're in the ugly group?
Me: No, not really. I don't have much imagination.
Q: tok to u soon la byebye
Me: I'll see you on Saturday... relax..
Q: =(
Me: yeah yeah... i know it's quite far away.... but....
Q: hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1092585531238421322004-08-15T08:51:00.000-07:002004-08-15T08:58:51.236-07:00About Law School
Law school sucks. They give you far too much homework for good. This weekend I have been reading non-stop. And I had a homework assignment. I barely get to watch any TV. I had to skip Church to finish my reading material. The last time I mugged like this was for the prelims. Even the "A"s were more relaxing. This is ridiculous.
Oh well. At least I'm not in Med school. I hear hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1092325219135985772004-08-12T08:01:00.000-07:002004-08-12T08:40:19.136-07:00About Exhaustion
It has been a long week. I am exhausted. Too tired to give a proper write-up of the weeks events, so I'll write notes instead.
Monday: National Day and, more importantly to me, Mahjong Day with Ali, Fluffy-Puff-who's-going-to-get-married and mean, nasty Made-me-a-puny-pillow-Qing Jia. It was fun. I was a great and gracious host, and provided them with many snacks, one of which hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1091894226850543642004-08-07T08:19:00.000-07:002004-08-07T08:57:06.850-07:00About Amazing People
People are amazing. Everytime I tell them about my hunt-a-husband-from-specific-professions scheme, they either look shocked, which is vulgar, or laugh, which is worse. I call that a deplorable lack of moral fibre! Surely if we spend painstaking efforts on trivialities such as deciding what to wear and what house to buy so on and forth, we certainly must spend equal, if not hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1091461498660033882004-08-02T08:17:00.000-07:002004-08-02T08:44:58.660-07:00About Depression
Today I woke up feeling depressed. Perhaps it was because I am no longer accustomed waking at the early hour of 730, or perhaps it was because waking meant the beginning of the end of the life I have loved so deeply in the months that have passed. Or perhaps it was the reason that political correctness cannot permit me to post publicly... Whatever it is I have been depressed hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1091271618064698432004-07-31T02:13:00.000-07:002004-07-31T04:03:14.786-07:00Two 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 hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1091265195973355822004-07-31T01:19:00.000-07:002004-07-31T02:13:15.973-07:00About 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 andhpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1091027289229302842004-07-28T08:05:00.001-07:002004-07-28T08:08:09.303-07:00About 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 hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1090996323380487202004-07-27T23:00:00.000-07:002004-07-27T23:32:03.380-07:00About 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,hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1090600085609928962004-07-23T09:14:00.000-07:002004-07-23T09:57:27.383-07:00About 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 hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1090551573810128802004-07-22T08:58:00.000-07:002004-07-22T20:04:49.026-07:00About 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 hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1090425968850700622004-07-21T07:55:00.000-07:002004-07-21T09:06:08.850-07:00About 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 hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1090085009704528772004-07-17T09:38:00.000-07:002004-07-17T10:23:29.703-07:00About 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 hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1090084728724473772004-07-17T08:10:00.000-07:002004-07-17T10:21:35.630-07:00About 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 hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1089791657550983292004-07-14T00:26:00.001-07:002004-07-14T00:54:17.550-07:00About 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 hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1089563506705623962004-07-11T08:37:00.000-07:002004-07-11T09:35:25.310-07:00About 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 hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1089447909151295992004-07-10T00:12:00.000-07:002004-07-10T01:26:08.593-07:00About 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 hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1089212545097686602004-07-07T07:32:00.000-07:002004-07-07T08:07:28.270-07:00About 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 hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1089042973265533762004-07-05T07:50:00.000-07:002004-07-05T08:56:13.266-07:00About 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, buthpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1088874944991997512004-07-03T09:04:00.000-07:002004-07-03T10:15:44.993-07:00About 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 (hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1088604526030965742004-06-30T06:06:00.000-07:002004-06-30T07:08:46.033-07:00About Appearances
No matter where you go in this world, there will always be people who judge things based on appearances. It's not fair, certainly; it's awful, surely but frankly and honestly, too bad. I happen to be one of those, so deal with it! To put myself in a better light, I concede that I certainly know it's not a good thing, nor is it just, but really if I can live with it, so can youhpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1088522732486261232004-06-29T07:20:00.000-07:002004-06-29T08:25:32.486-07:00About Violent Desires and Cravings
I feel like whacking people now. Dear friends, when you do the friendtest, please do leave me some indication of who you are... "hmm" and "xxx" and "right" and "someday we will laugh at this" sound cute, but they tell me nothing at all, apart from the fact that you all like to emulate my appearance, in the form of the nicknames you give yourselves, very much. hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1088351771856502932004-06-27T08:24:00.000-07:002004-06-27T09:05:23.216-07:00About Happiness!
*smiles*
*beams*
*hops*
*skips*
Oh what a happy day! Today my darlings which I had thought were previously lost to me have come home! Turns out that my precious four books that I had thought had gone forever off eBay were not! Lalala!! The seller had more stock, and so she placed them online. Hee hee. Even now after my successful bid for the four titles she still has stock hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1088182525047521102004-06-25T09:50:00.000-07:002004-06-25T09:55:25.046-07:00About Tests
Alright. You may all try out this friendtest and I'll see who's tried and tested and true!hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1088176853580818402004-06-25T08:08:00.000-07:002004-06-25T08:23:15.420-07:00About Heartache
My heart is broken, nevermore to be whole. Today, 4 books which I wished to bid for on eBay eluded me by a duration of 15 minutes. Oh how my heart hurts! The bitter regret! Will this pain never cease? Woe is to me! Oh but that woe is to me! How can I bear to live in the years that lie before me endlessly and heartlessly. Life is but a cruel path I am destined to tread alone. The hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1088092447275963772004-06-24T08:28:00.000-07:002004-06-24T09:18:45.606-07:00About Recklessness
I think my father displays a most deplorable devil-may-care recklessness towards his health. He eats the most unhealthy food ever. Laksa, raw cockles, char kway tiao, Indian mee goreng and rojak, prawn noodles, satay... so on and so forth, and mind you they're his favourite foods. To compound matters, he staunchly refuses to go for medical checkups. You would think a man his hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1088005801171288722004-06-23T07:46:00.000-07:002004-06-23T09:05:55.116-07:00About Insomnia
I have been sleeping badly these past few days, tossing and turning till two or three, and even in sleep I feel ill-rested, being half-awake in dreams which put me in very taxing scenarios and waking at the slightest noise or hint of light. I hate being a light sleeper. I think this bodes ill. I used to be able to sleep for around 10 hours, crossing 12 on a good day. Could it be hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1087919566156637032004-06-22T08:08:00.000-07:002004-06-22T09:30:13.776-07:00About A Present, An Initiative and A MAJOR Event
Today I bought Someone Someone's present. I hope Someone will be appreciative. I had to tramp a whole long distance just to get that present, and all the while my new slippers were cutting my delicate feet. Poor me... But anyway my goodness!! What a present!! I absolutely love it! It is ever so very extremely pretty!! Damn it I don't want to give hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1087833210493079612004-06-21T08:53:00.000-07:002004-06-21T09:00:53.240-07:00About Recognition
I knew... I knew... I always knew that if I waited long enough and endured all the teasing, taunts and laughs, time would vindicate me... and all the suffering that I was put through would metamorphosize into sweet recognition, one day, long at last. And today... today, my friends it has!
Finally, my long, persistent and unwavering love, even through the greatest of hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1087577473394572292004-06-18T08:50:00.000-07:002004-06-18T09:51:13.396-07:00About Beefcakes
Upon severe reflection, I have arrived at the inevitable conclusion that I indeed have a deplorable addiction to beefcakes. Oh this is so bad. All my life I have spoken against the disgraceful fascination some of my friends have for beefcakes and yet now I have committed the very sin I have preached against, once and again and again! Oh dear oh dear oh dear. Have you any idea howhpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1087486935983469632004-06-17T07:26:00.000-07:002004-06-17T09:07:08.253-07:00About Today
Today dawned early, the Sun shining his sleepy, tousled head through the clouds with a lazy yawn. How much earlier Today dawned than it did yesterday, I don't know and quite frankly, I don't care. I never wake up early enough to watch Today dawn anyway, nor Yesterday, Tomorrow nor the Day After. All I know is that Today will dawn today, tomorrow and the day after, so get over it.
hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1087398727055257802004-06-16T07:30:00.000-07:002004-06-16T08:12:07.056-07:00About Shopping and An Apology
One thing I must say about myself is that when I put my mind to getting a thing done, I get it done and do it well! Witness my Chalet series: one day I decided that I had to have it, and lo and behold, now I do (all but one, but close enough)! Today, once again, I have done myself proud. I told myself I must get my University wardrobe, and hence I have (well the hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1087286083478372982004-06-15T00:27:00.000-07:002004-06-15T00:54:43.476-07:00About University
Yesterday whilst my mother was having breakfast, I went up to her and whined about the Law Camp and Orientation. Quite frankly, I don't want to go. It sounds boring. Also the fact that I have absolutely no information about the Law Camp doesn't help either. The Law Faculty flyer they sent us certainly doesn't tell me anything at all. I have no idea whom to contact, how to hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1087141262773489432004-06-13T07:47:00.000-07:002004-06-13T08:41:02.773-07:00About Tousled Hair
There is really just something about tousled hair which is so seductive. Watched Harry Potter again today (still think it's not as good as the first two: Dumbledore looked like a wretched, good-for-nothing, pot-smoking hippie, the ties they wore were different; they used to be striped gold and red, now it's gold stripes on red, the story was changed now and there, Neville was hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1087098480895967392004-06-12T19:17:00.000-07:002004-06-12T20:48:00.896-07:00About Blogging
People have complained that I have not been blogging enough, hence I have decided to post today to please them. Though I must really comment that when people who have abandoned their blogs gripe to me about me not posting, it's really a little too rich!
One thing I feel bound to say is that I think that, while people should blog regularly, they should blog only when inspiration hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1086884516324663542004-06-10T09:14:00.000-07:002004-06-10T09:21:56.326-07:00About Animal Instinct
I have been having the strongest urge, for days, to whack somebody, especially on the head. With my hand or the newspapers. Just the other day my mother was griping about my father and all I could offer her as advice was that she gave him a good, hard whack with her purse, because I believe men and people as a whole just need to be whacked sometimes. In Nanyang I remember Ihpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1086103459138144482004-06-01T08:00:00.000-07:002004-06-01T08:33:37.446-07:00About Apples
I think apples are a very pretty fruit. Rosy, delicate skin; fair, tender flesh; and a sweet, sweet personality. For those not Fuji-ian in origin, or pink and white; they are useful. Dainty yellow apples make a very satisfying and appetising juice while deep, red apples give cider. And of course, the darling green, green Granny Smiths are ever so tasty in pies. And of course, we hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1085911867407392492004-05-30T02:07:00.000-07:002004-05-30T03:11:07.406-07:00About a Birthday Surprise
Friday was Alicia's birthday, and I am very pleased to announce that we held a surprise celebration for her which was masterminded and planned to the tiniest detail by Alicia herself. Thankfully, the day went mostly as planned, apart from the slightest hitch that Alicia arrived an hour-and-a-half later than she was supposed to. We were expecting her to be two hours hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1085590411541952862004-05-26T09:27:00.000-07:002004-05-30T03:15:08.736-07:00About Newsweek
I swear, Newsweek stinks. I am serious, really, it does. Ripped open my brother's copy today to read the Harry Potter 3 article, and, as I was greedily devouring word after word, what should creep up my nose but a most unappetising and fishy odour. I sniffed, it was the wretched magazine!! Though how on earth a hermetically sealed magazine should procure an awful scent is beyond hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1085199832434952532004-05-21T21:10:00.000-07:002004-05-21T21:26:08.266-07:00About Ownership
Greetings my friends, life is good! The sky is blue and the grass is green! And I am now the proud owner of an eBay account! Oh joy, joy! With each breath I take, I breathe in the nectarine ambrosia of existence (choking a little, but still...) and each step is a joyous, drunken salute towards Mankind! Oh the sheer array of books that I may bid for!! Glory, glory!
On a side hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1084465364148763522004-05-13T07:49:00.000-07:002004-05-13T09:24:36.590-07:00About Wifehood and Some Others
My Chalet books have made me think long and hard about marrying and being someone's wife. It does not seem to be a very agreeable thing. According to my Chalets, to marry means to obey and to honour. Well!!! I can just see myself in supreme subservience... On the bright side however, it has made things acutely clear: if I ever marry, it must be to a man who's rich,hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1084113785407151592004-05-09T07:43:00.000-07:002004-05-09T07:50:09.560-07:00About Disappointment
There are just limits to what a soul can bear, and mine have been reached, and far exceeded. Before this I put up with a lot. He dropped college, I endured. He got himself addicted to alcohol, I endured. He gambled, I endured. He acted badly, I also endured. He bashed Bush, once more I endured. But then he crossed the line and opts to support Kerry, this I no longer can hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1083687846006219402004-05-04T09:24:00.000-07:002004-05-06T08:46:29.856-07:00About French and Love and the Parting of Ways
I am dancing with envy. Shu's going to McGill for Medicine. I could bite her. Argh!! In case you all have no idea, McGill is in Montreal, which is in Quebec, which is a province in Canada. And it's not just a Canadian province... it's a FRENCH-SPEAKING Canadian province!!! AHHHH!!! This means Shu'll come back yattering like a Frenchie and I'll only hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1083598055030848342004-05-03T08:27:00.000-07:002004-05-03T09:02:58.263-07:00About A Miscellany
I am getting stout. My side profile is positively matronly. No longer am I the slender slip of girlhood that I once was. Alas!! And Channel 8 isn't helping. First a show about laksa and now a new one with the most delectable looking fish-and-chips. Damn them! I keep getting food cravings in the middle of, then after, dinner. Argh. Awful awful.
To change the topic, I think hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1083250551008298692004-04-29T07:55:00.000-07:002004-04-29T08:40:51.826-07:00About Fate
NUS Law interview today, it was alright I guess, except that I was fool enough to get embroiled into a discussion about current affairs. Met plenty of people though. Anyway, let me focus on the Certain One.
I had just come out of my interview in Room 02-09 (I was in Team 1 cause I'm ONE-derful), when I met the Yap in the passageway. Friendly and amiable person that I am, I proceeded hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1083081436405250932004-04-27T08:57:00.000-07:002004-04-27T09:14:07.810-07:00About a Day Out
Yesterday I went a-shopping for clothes, spurred by the woman in the management office in my condo who mistook me for someone wedded (which is rather a compliment, one associates married women with wedding bands, and wedding bands mostly have diamonds, thus my beauty must sparkle like a diamond ring for her to have misinterpreted my marital status like that) , for a makeover. It hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1082909137569668382004-04-25T09:05:00.000-07:002004-04-25T09:09:42.826-07:00About Mothers
I have nothing to say about my mother, who has just accused me of dressing up when going to church for the sole purpose of seduction. I can safely inform you that this is not true; it couldn't be. The guys in my church are all strictly not worth seducing. Go see for yourself if you don't believe me. I dress decently (or at least attempt to do so) out of respect for the Sanctuary.
hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1082646877853447872004-04-22T08:14:00.000-07:002004-04-22T08:39:49.250-07:00About Hair and Slang and Voting
Dear all, just in case you are interested, I have cut my hair. It is short now. However, it remains just as messy.
*Sigh*. Ah well.
And anyway, my hairdresser spent the whole time criticising the quality of my raven tresses. "It's dry, thick and rough", she said, and tried to shove loads of hair care products on me. Thankfully I had just-enough money with me, hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1082645181305017352004-04-22T07:46:00.000-07:002004-04-22T07:55:09.840-07:00About Outings
This should have been yesterday but Blogger was throwing a tantrum so here goes:
Today I had a Most Interesting Outing.
Met Joanna. She conned money out of me for a charitable cause (not that I mind, she gave/sold me two Chalet books in return. I love my Chalet books!). Then we walked around. And we went for lunch (Thai Express. I love the glass noodles.). Then we walked some hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1082302496386175232004-04-18T08:34:00.000-07:002004-04-18T09:16:46.826-07:00About Beliefs
I am pleased to annouce that my school of thought has slowly been gaining a strong following. I had feared my genius would only be recognised after my demise. Looks like talent is appreciated these days.
Anyway, to any of you who may be deterred for fear of being classed as "materialistic", remember the saying "Marry for money, earn every penny" (so I heard on Oprah). By that hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1082301598228991512004-04-18T08:19:00.000-07:002004-04-18T08:41:40.356-07:00About Parties
It was the Yip's birthday yesterday. (Happy Birthday Yip!!) Anyway, the Yip had a party. And for the party she had the most interesting request: "No need present. Just bring 10 bucks!". And she was serious about the ten bucks. Well... what can I say? I have the most happening friends.
So anyway, the Yip held her party (which was fun and an excellent gossip session except for the hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1082044815591907362004-04-15T09:00:00.000-07:002004-04-15T09:04:07.670-07:00About Pain
My heart is bleeding with pain... I must not visit eBay... I must not... Have just seen this post... Someone is selling a complete collection of hardcover Chalet books... The bid is now £2,494.44... I would gladly pay!!! But as if my father would ever agree to my paying that sum for some books... Oh why am I not already working??!! Why don't I already have my career or husband... hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1081960811359676942004-04-14T09:40:00.000-07:002004-04-14T10:07:28.390-07:00About Sense, Sensibility and Stuff
Today I watched Sense and Sensibility on HBO, it was most exciting. I think we should learn from those fine people in that era (Regency, if I'm not mistaken).
This was my favourite scene:
"Would you like to escort me home, Mr X?"
"It would be an honour, Ms Y."
That's too cute for words. What a crafty way to get someone to send you home, on three counts. hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1081701080639207362004-04-11T09:31:00.000-07:002004-04-13T07:47:38.403-07:00About Names
Oh my goodness I can't believe my father... Why why why do I have such parents!!?? Dear friends, if you all ever have children, never, never, NEVER let the father pick the name. Men never have any sense, even when it comes to their offspring.
Anyway, so apparently my father named me after a this girl he read about in a book.
Now firstly, let me complain about the book. It was hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1081614665257764902004-04-10T09:31:00.000-07:002004-04-10T09:45:09.543-07:00About Fallbacks
I am thankful for being female. There are so many people you can rely on to get what you want. First and foremost, there is your father; and if he cannot give you everything you want, you can always depend on your husband to supply the rest. And if your husband also fails you, you can always pin your hopes on your son. (If even your son disappoints, then what can I say but that hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1081350106685581362004-04-07T08:01:00.000-07:002004-04-07T08:18:34.826-07:00About Changes
I think perhaps I may actually need a makeover. Went to the management office in my condo this afternoon to apply (long at last) for my facilities pass. Had to fill in a form. There was a section marked "Owner", and, not sure whether they meant owner of apartment or owner-to-be of the pass so I asked whose name was I supposed to put. The woman in the office promptly answered "hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1081265578812282442004-04-06T08:32:00.000-07:002004-04-06T08:37:47.920-07:00About Coughs and Consumption
I have been coughing for days on end. I suspect I am suffering from galloping consumption. My chest hurts from the exertion and I am really quite excited. It has been years since I have been afflicted with a cough. Illness usually manifests as a fever and sorethroat, so this is interesting for a change. At any rate a cough is so much more romantic to have than a hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1081175008245378622004-04-05T07:23:00.000-07:002004-04-05T07:27:07.000-07:00About Miss Singapore Universe
Yeah I watched it. And no, Lishie, I don't agree with you. The girls were ok... you were too hard on them... I mean apart from being ugly, ungainly, unpolished, unpresentable, unoriginal, uninspired, bad speakers (elocution and content-wise) and really, really stupid, the girls were as near to perfection as could be anyone. Don't be hard on them. Always show Charityhpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1081174259298362542004-04-05T07:10:00.000-07:002004-04-05T07:14:37.903-07:00About Friendship Everlasting (the sort that lasts a lifetime)
It used to be that whenever she called me we'd talk for hours and hours, and the general consensus would be that no one else knew her as I did (well, something like that), then we'd talk for hours more and then unwillingly we'd part our ways cause morning had already arrived. Now, this is what it's like:
"Hello, what are you doing hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1081093641997428342004-04-04T08:47:00.000-07:002004-04-07T08:14:04.750-07:00About BLAZE
Hee hee. Went for BLAZE, Part II of FIREFLY on Friday. It did not go well. Oh well, at least it was a challenging experience, insofar an RJ gathering could be (which brings me to a serious issue: scholarship interviews are by and by becoming RJ gatherings, but I never get to see my eye-candy there =[). So anyway the highlight of that day was the "Express Yourself" session when you hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1081004793782722152004-04-03T07:06:00.000-08:002004-04-03T07:19:40.966-08:00About Class Parties
Well, everyone else wrote about the Class Party, and being the loyal, class-spirited soul that I am, surely I must blog about it too.
Yes anyway, in case you were not informed, my class had a gathering yesterday. It was a very successful gathering. The number of people who turned up cannot be counted on both hands. And the people who went there to eat actually became very hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1080970475801340832004-04-02T21:34:00.000-08:002004-04-02T21:38:10.950-08:00About Inconsideration
I think guys are awful... they go out, play around and than bring back all sorts of nonsense diseases and harm their family. I could kill my brother. That idiot had to go play soccer in the rain that day and come back with some awful cough-disease. Now I've got it, plus a headache and sore throat. That boy deserves a severe spanking. But then, what else apart from hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1080750591860976612004-03-31T08:29:00.000-08:002004-04-02T21:28:36.280-08:00About Fond Memories
Lest I forget all or any of you:
To______ (changed from the former cause everyone was mistaken)
Tall and Lanky
Big Eyes
Twinkly Eyes
Pretty Eyes
Puppy Eyes
Middleman
Mr Camel
Yellow File
Bashful (my current favourite)
Thank you all for being such pleasant and tasty recollections.
Alas! All vaguely good things must come to an end. hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1080743906491084782004-03-31T06:38:00.000-08:002004-03-31T08:17:47.356-08:00About Postal Orders
Went to the Post Office today, to buy myself some Postal Orders to for some of my darling Chalet books. I love the Post Office... there is something so neat and orderly about the Post... such a starchy, tidy scent too... plus I love filling up forms for registered mail and queuing up to pay for stamps... and I love pasting stamps onto pretty brown envelope... Oh what fun!!
hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1080716648415484142004-03-30T23:04:00.000-08:002004-03-30T23:08:29.826-08:00About Holding Hands
Frankly I don't know why people like doing it... It's honestly quite disgusting... what if one or both have sweaty palms... and what about coarse hands... plus it's so... forward and immodest. I think "drawing her hand into his arm in a quiet proprietary fashion" is so much nicer, not to mention sweeter, more traditional and hygienic.
(and yup... dearest Zixuan, got this hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1080405362940433042004-03-27T08:36:00.000-08:002004-03-27T08:39:29.403-08:00About A Whole Lot of Things
Oh honestly... NUS... NTU... They're just as bad as the other... How on earth do you apply? The NTU website says nothing about how to apply if you've done NUS but not NTU... And the NUS website obviously won't say anything about it too... This is so dumb. Why oh why oh why did they have to change all the admission rigmarolic procedure during our year!!! That is why hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1080139881030074852004-03-24T06:51:00.000-08:002004-03-25T08:02:42.170-08:00About Dividers
Simon said, "People either like you or hate you". How true! He is a divider, that boy... just like my darling Bush. But such an adorable divider!! All red and pink. And he tried to smile a charismatic smile tonight to garner votes, but failed... but he looked so adorable in failure that people would just go on and vote for him anyway... I swear, John Stevens gets his votes from hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3761439.post-1080055100680482872004-03-23T07:18:00.000-08:002004-03-23T07:28:51.840-08:00About Oprah
I have the newest craze. Her name is Oprah Winfrey. She is good. The serious and the trival, she can do them all. For those of you who have SCV, catch her on StarWorld at 1pm, Mondays to Fridays. For those of you who don't, pity your sad selves and visit the link (newly-added) instead. I love reading up the food recipes and decorating tips and all. I need a life.hpdeskjettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848087334590871839noreply@blogger.com