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For the bored: Greek Mythology 101 , Courtesy of poopoo
Thursday, July 28, 2005
mad.ramblings.
[The following excerpt was taken from an email written to a group of close friends... too lazy to type out again lah...]
Yesterday's scholarship ceremony was stressful man.. i forgot the lyrics to the corrinne may songs i was singing, (i got damn kancheong cos i thought i was supposed to be the 2nd item but they scrapped the 1st item without telling me, so i got a shock of my life when i was introduced first, and had to go up to present immediately...), and all that ribbing about how the scholarship depended on whether we performed well or not, certainly didn't help matters much. Prior to that, it was board members galore and millions of introductions to new faces- i couldn't for the life of me remember anyone's name OR their high-flying titles for that matter... and it didn't help that everyone seemed to be speaking in tongues, what with the acronyms flying around like nobody's business (A&A, DC, PPD, blahblahblah)... Too much brain power around i tell you... the KPMG boss (also known as the Chairman), the CEO, the DCEO, Directors of the individual URA departments, Heads of dunnowhat and dunnowhere, board members who interviewed my during the scholarship interviews, present scholars, juniors whom i recognised from school, all this coupled with having to handle my parents and sis... WAH LAO! *faint*
I also met my mentor for the first time yesterday... He's supposed to be there to provide advice whenever I need it... He went to Cornell to read architecture, and thank God he's a nice guy man... very approachable, very knowledgeable, has the nicest brown eyes, and is relatively good-looking to boot! ahahahaha.... I must say it was such a relief to know that my mentor isn't some loyal old-fogey to the URA establishment. And that he's doesn't hurt the eyes of course. :p
After the ceremony, my family went to No Signboard Restaurant at Pasir Panjang, and stuffed our faces with nearly 250 bucks worth of chilli crab and mantous and various other assortments of food! And everyone loves pincers but they let me have TWO huge huge huge ones all to myself! Supersuper yummy man i tell you... the calories are all worth it!
ok i know i'm rambling on and on here, but i just wanted to let you guys feel a sense of how blessed i feel right now. Yes, it's a blessing cos i surely haven't done anything to deserve all the good that's happening to me now... The scholarship, the being able to go to NYC to study, the many people I've met in URA who seem genuinely nice and who have offered to look out for me, my family who's supportive in their own ways, and of course, YOU GUYS! *sobs*
alright... i shall stop my verbal diarrhoea here. :p
Monday, July 25, 2005
disturbances.
I'm disturbed by the fact that I know two people who are deeply attracted to each other and yet are both still currently in separate relationships. The guy has just declared his attraction to the girl, but what is she supposed to do, considering that she has only known this guy for a maximum of 3 weeks?
I'm disturbed by the fact that my grandma (who has come to live permanently with us here) makes all kinds of weird snores when she sleeps. It's really creepy considering I'm sitting alone in the darkness in front of the computer right now, whilst the whole house is asleep.
I'm disturbed by the fact that I'm soon to be leaving for NYC and yet there are fundamental issues like accomodation and air tickets that have yet to be settled. Time to get off your lazy ass and stop procrastinating!
I'm disturbed by the fact that I have made a conscious decision to run away, as I have been prone to do all this while.
I'm disturbed by the fact that the scholarship ceremony is in 2 days time, and I have yet to fully recover from my sorethroat or rehearse my songs. Also, my father went to cut his hair, short ugly and toot-looking. Yikes!
I'm disturbed by the fact that my room is in one HUGE mess even before I've started to pack. How the hell did I ever manage to accumulate so much rubbish?!?
I'm disturbed by the fact that life has gotten into a routine of nuah activity- eat, sleep, watch tv. School doesn't seem like such an exciting prospect any longer.
I'm disturbed by the fact that I couldn't resist starting on Hairy Porter and hence will be kept awake all night now, instead of relishing it on the insanely long flight to NYC as originally intended.
I'll have no peace of mind tonight.
Sunday, July 24, 2005
splurged.momma's.moolah.
My precioussssssssssss........
*peer...aim...zoom... zoom... zoom... squint...focus....click!*
muahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaa.... damn damn happy. :)
Kerms and I walked most of Sim Lim today, attempting to find the best prices which our new babies could be purchased at... We went into so many shops that after some time, we got confused and forgot the prices we were offered at the individual shops! Came pretty close to getting scammed too... yikes. We walked off hours later, thoroughly exhausted, a big bag in tow, and veryveryVERY much poorer, but also SO much happier! I think we both got more than what we have originally intended for ahahaha... Ultimate retail therapy man.
(Stehsi! Go get one too! *TEMPT TEMPT TEMPT*)
Now I just need a new Crumpler camera bag to go along with the new toy. *hint* hahaha (just kidding kerms! :p let me know when u're going down ok!)
Saturday, July 23, 2005
happy.bday.mr.chia!
Yesterday's party at Yu Hsien's was a hoot. The place was swarming with overflowing intellect- Cambridge graduates, Stanford post-grads-to-be, Carnegie-Mellon scholars, GIC hush-hush investors, dean's list hoggers, (you get the idea) to say the least. The level of brainpower present was intimidating, but also rather invigorating. People whom I thought were slightly off their rockers back in JC, actually proved to be engaging conversationalists, possessing barmy senses of humour. Met some of his CMU housemates (a heartstoppingly cute xianyi and a funny tse wee), re-connected with some JC classmates (ultra-corny smartt David and siew!!!), joked around with some of the smartest shits from AC (conrad, forever boyish adrian zeng), eyeballed tse wee's GIC colleagues (MEGA gd-looking desmond, smartt dave's Cambridge classmate), stuffed my face full of very yummy sotong balls and otahs while enjoying the easy company of the choir people (chic-in-black-yoowie, bean the lean, teacher bo, leanne). I'm SO going to miss the friends AND the food in Singapore.
Of course, there was also the mandatory magic show by the veryvery dextrous Mr. Chia himself- highly jaw-dropping exorcist-inducing entertainment as usual. Punch a hole through a $10 note with a pen, rip the pen out from the note, and voila! the note is magically whole again? Oh yes. Yu Hsien can do it. Move coins without apparently touching them, only covering them with a shadow? Not a problem, no way-o.
All this while sniffing like crazy the entire time. Bleah. Shoo flu shoo!
Friday, July 22, 2005
humpty.dumpty
Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again.
All of a sudden, literally overnight, the world came crashing down. Life is so fragile. You live your life, day to day, seemingly building up a fortress of impenetrable rock, only to realise in an instant that the foundation's been created out of a single matchstick. Like a loose thread that distangles itself from an entire roll of cloth, the more you pull at it, the more the seams come apart. Funny thing is, you never know exactly how vulnerable you are until hurt creeps silently in like a burglar on the prowl. It's not as if anything MAJOR has happened, but the realisation of certain things are enough to undermine the fake sense of security surrounding my life the last couple of months. I thought I wouldn't get hurt again, I thought it didn't matter, as long as I lived my life happy, did the things I wanted to do, the way I wanted to. And I was happy in a way I guess. So what happened? I had glossed over problems, pushing them to the back of my consciousness, willing them away. I'd painted over the cracks hoping they would mend when left untouched, putting up a brave "wet from new paint" front. In due time, the problems resurfaced, the paint peeled away. Still, I yearn for the childlike innocence of yesteryear, always protected, always safe in my own world. I hate feeling like this. Let me just get away from all this nonsense. I need to run far far away. Save me from myself.
Thursday, July 21, 2005
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Thursday, July 14, 2005
bloop.bloop.(installment.three)
Final pool session today. Fared better that yesterday in terms of overall water confidence. I must say that I'm really proud of myself. Managed to take off mask, continue to breathe through the regulator and fin for a short distance, put back mask, and clear water from mask. That just about sums up the most difficult part of all the pool sessions so far... Just totally shacked out right now... Need to pack need to pack!
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
bloop.bloop.(installment.two)
Nearly drowned like a million times today. And I probably drank up half the entire pool's worth of water THROUGH MY NOSE. Ouch. Evidence of this fact establishes itself through the many times I had to run off to the toilet to pee- I had to take off my mask, weight belt, BCD, fins AND wetsuit, just to blardee relieve myself.
It took me quite a long time to get used to breathing underwater through my mouth only, using the regulator... and cos I'm hydrophobic, I tend to panic once I feel water seeping into my nose. It sure didn't help that my mask was a softie leaky one. Imagine the horror when I was told I had to learn how to fill my entire mask with water and clear it, still underwater. I'm glad I managed to learn the skill, albeit with much difficulty. Still, I don't foresee myself doing it unless I REALLY have to.
I felt claustrophobia even though I was at the shallow end of the pool, I just felt this urge to breathe normal air, I wanted to get my head out of the water immediately. It took all of my willpower to calm my nerves, to breathe in controlled deep breaths, and to focus on the task at hand. It's okay if water gets in, it's okay it's okay it's okay. Just don't breathe it in. It really is a mental struggle down there.
I'm just totally exhausted right now. Both physically and mentally. 2 down, 1 more to go. And then it's on to Dayang! Whoever said diving is a relak sport?!? I think I need another holiday already.
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
bloop.bloop.(installment.one)
Survived my first pool session! So far so good.
One down, two more to go... Three more days to Dayang!
Didn't drown doing the mandatory 200m swim and 10min treading water. I NEARLY died though. Don't laugh. In all seriousness, 200m is a very long distance for me to swim.
My instructor said my finning and my skin diving posture is excellent! I can fin gracefully and I can do the stomach tuck-in thingy to get to the bottom of the pool without much effort. (But of course... I practiced secretly with my sis last week hehehe)
My butt's aching now though, from all that finning. The only consolation I have is that I'm probably finning right. So yippee. More aches please! And firm buns in the process please!
I like diving already... and all I've seen so far is perhaps the floating bits in a very dirty pool (ignorance is bliss)... can't wait to upgrade to seeing fishies in my new turquoise crochet bikini! Nemo, come to mama...
I wanna sink to the bottom with you...
I wanna sink to the bottom with you...
Sunday, July 10, 2005
elevation.280
Went to the Heineken Elevation 280 party over the weekend, this time held at Market Square Carpark right smack in the middle of the CBD area, the fateful CDL building where I used to slog at forming a part of the surrealistic backdrop of the main stage... My friend dragged me across town for binge shopping prior to the event, so by the time we got to Elevation, picked up friends, met friends and got everyone into the event area, I was freaking shacked out already. It certainly didn't help that it was a super humid night- the enormous fans that the organisers had placed at random intervals didn't do much to elevate the humidity and mass of body heat rising in a collective steam from the gyrating crowd. And boy, was it hot! The music was superb, totally immersive, thoroughly danceable, that is, ironically, until the main draw for the night, the UK band Freestylers, came on for their set right at the very end. But let's not dwell on the unimportant details for now...
Elevation was, as usual, a place where you bumped into people you would otherwise not meet. Saw roy (or rather HE saw me first... hello if you're reading this!) and finally met darius, the owner of the cute beetle, met ding with her model friend and looking gorgeous as always, got introduced to my friend's spunky-looking SMU friend, did the whole polite small talk routine with Qihua from AC track, spotted OJ from AC also, and some various hall acquaintances. There was the tall, tanned, chiselled, well-built and utterly delectable Indian-ish model who tried to pick my friend up (w00tw00t! pity about the accent though), and the mat full of funny antics who entertained me whilst I was sitting down at the sidelines during a break. There were hordes of body beautifuls, a lesser amount of face beautifuls, SPGs with the pre-requisite angmohs in tow, a couple of nearly there backless tops (including my friend's), a few fashion disasters, and one very out-of-place but happy-looking auntie. There was beer galore (heineken of course), plastic cups strewn on the floor, tons of sweaty bodies, hours of hard dancing, massive dehydration effects, supper at River Valley Rd (yummy mee goreng, lime juice and prata!), but above all, there was my 3 chiobu sec sch kakis, 1 dive kaki, and I. Cameras were not allowed into the event area, or else we would have been super trigger-happy and I would have more spoils to show for the night here. Alas, my digicam is left forgotten in my friend's car, and I have absolutely no pics that would give an accurate indication of the atmosphere of the night. Will post what pathetic spoils I have at at later date when I retrieve my digicam then. I love weekends!
P.S. The Human Torch is flaming hot!
P.P.S. Wendy, I agree that Jessica Alba is a vase, and a pretty one at that!
P.P.P.S. Kate Spade SALE!!! Need I say more? heh. :p
Friday, July 08, 2005
jackpot!
I felt like I'd struck lottery today.
An unexpected call while I was out running my errands brought me to NewAsia Bar in the company of a friend who's back from London. We had a good chat, polished off an entire basket of utterly delectable calamari (I still maintain NewAsia Bar has the best calamari EVER), and toasted to each other's successful scholarship with martinis. All this before 6pm... heh. We gazed down at Singapore's skyline, replete with the ubiquitous HDB flats that have come to be known as the staple in our local architectural industry; we looked out towards the distant seas and wondered what lands lay ahead; we picked apart SMU's lack of aesthetic value and pondered on the future of design in Singapore; from our vantage point, we imagined what it would feel like skiing off the top of the National Library's futuristic-looking blob roof. His future seems so bright, and although armed with the slightest hint of a paunch this time round, his dimples still captivate and would have charmed the socks off me had I been wearing any. Happiness is such- the feeling of contentment in listening to the other speak about issues close to his heart, the warmth of the sun's rays filtered through the full-height glass planes, the reclining on a plush velvet day bed, the world literally at your feet.
Recently I've been asking myself this question: What do I really look for in a man? Is it looks, money, character, or just a feeling that I get when I'm with him? Is it language, the way he speaks or even the sound of his voice? Is it how big his biceps are or how toned his abs is? Is it height, build, or even just the financial ability to pay for our outings together? Is is similar interests, similar backgrounds or similar opinions? I think love is hard to quantify, and even more impossible to analyse. It all just seems so beyond me. I can't even begin to say why someone would be attracted to me, of all people in the world. Whatever it is, I just know that when it happens, I want to be as comfortable with him as I am with the afore-mentioned friend. I haven't found him yet, just in case you were wondering. Oh, and of course, he's got to be into girls. :p
Thursday, July 07, 2005
it's.a.sad.sad.world
What is the world coming to, what with all these rampant attacks of terrorism occurring frequently? First NYC, then Madrid, and now London? What next? Paris and Moscow? The world has always been a crazy place, but in recent years, it has notched up unbelievable levels of insanity. How can these terrorists have such disregard for human life? How can one live (or die) with such disgustingly huge amounts of innocent blood on their hands? How unsettling is it to have to live in constant fear, to have external insecurities explode in one's face at any time, to have an air of general distrust taint the eyes with which we view the world? Can ANY cause be WORTH scores of priceless lives, valid or otherwise?
Well, those terrorists apparently think so. Perhaps it's a game to them- to see who can kill the most number of people in one fell swoop. It's akin to playing God- the epitome of an act of hubris. The God who gives has every right to take away, but yet, who are these people who have not given anything but taken away everything? As a fellow infallible human being, I admit that I am in no position to condemn or to judge, but whatever it is, I do hope God rids them of their sad and all-encompassing delusions, and that He does it soon. My heart goes out to those who have suffered irreversible losses. It is a sad sad world indeed.
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
deep.water
i have to overcome my fear of water
i have to overcome my fear of water
i have to overcome my fear of water
i have to overcome my fear of water
i have to overcome my fear of water
i have to overcome my fear of water
i have to overcome my fear of water
i have to overcome my fear of water
i have to overcome my fear of water
i have to overcome my fear of water
i have to overcome my fear of water
i have to overcome my fear of water
i have to overcome my fear of water
i have to overcome my fear of water
bloopbloop! i think i've been to the pool more times in the last 2 days than in the last 4 years... finning is quite fun- i like the feeling of sudden accelerated power underwater... granted i still have some way to go before being comfortable in water, at least enough to subject myself to being under a whole ton of it 45 mins at one go, but... is it even possible that i might actually do it?!!?
very excited.. heh.
i'm gonna try my bestest to anyway...
gonna make sure i go to the pool as much as i can
gonna practice my finning and mask skills
gonna drive away the fear of having water in my eyes
gonna get used to the pain of breathing in water accidentally
i'm gonna i'm gonna i'm gonna!
dayang beckons..... days of crystal clear water and intense cloudless skies, bumming on the sand with a beer in hand, bbq-ing lamb chops beside the beach, waking up to crisp morning air and beautiful sunrises, enjoying the chatty company of old friends, with not a care in the world except... do i have enough air?!!?
hahah...
i'm a beach bum! (ok... more bum than beach... still!)
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