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Saturday, January 29, 2005
D3 girls are back, all right ;)
This was the day that people like Boon and I were eagerly anticipating - the D3 force going clubbing together :) With the absence of Jerraine and Serene last semester plus this and that - we never had a proper session with everyone.
And it was achieved tonight! The feeling that we (or at least I) had when we walked into Newsroom Bar tonight was amazing :)
First it was:
but Kenneth said this picture was 'sexier'. Ah well.
And we were pretty narcissistic I must say.....
And Jerraine joined us later as we went for dinner - pre dancing...
Couldn't manage to get a picture when Sharon joined us later though.
And of course, we hit the dance floor like we always have!
On the cab back, I commented to Boon how much we have grown, as we were reminiscing year one bashes when we'd have to do a headcount before we could leave the club. It was indeed a good night tonight.
Thursday, January 27, 2005
Sze vs Skimpy Dance Costumes
Those in bold being those which made me more than uncomfortable baring my not-very-Singaporean-waif-or-athletic figure.
1. Midriff baring spaghetti top with white long pants
2. 'military outfit' (read: covered up with much decency)
3. Sheer halter neck (which barely covered my midriff as I was the biggest girl in the dance) and silver (!!) mini shorts.
1. Cloak which pretty much covered everything else I wore.
2. Striped shirt with long black pants.
3. Sparkly midriff baring halter and blue salsa-like knee length skirt with a considerably high slit.
1. A sheer, sparkly halter bikini lookalike thingy with a gold tube beneath. Very short blue and gold skirt which the wardrobe mistress warned me would go further up. Supposed to be a cheerleading outfit.
The overall effect is nice la. I think. Cos I didn't have the guts to look at myself at any reflective surface.
I have 2 choices:
(a) Not eat till 18th February.
(b) Eat as I always have and heck care cos I am placed *mostly* at the back anyway.
Knowing me, it's the latter :)
I'll post pictures of Justin and I in cheerleading costumes if I don't look too disgusting yea. :)
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Remember our graduation night?
AMC was probably one of the first schools in Ipoh to have their own Form 5 graduation dinner (at *gasp* our school hall) and it was always interesting to see what people would turn up in. My dress was this black velvet halter backless thingy which my teacher-in-charge made me cover up with a shawl cos I was emcee for the night.
But other girls were pretty much free to wear whatever they wanted.
But I am sure none of them thought of wearing this.
It was said that this page was a hoax as the model could have worn the dress backwards. Check this out then.
Monday, January 24, 2005
One hour lunch break. So I pour out a little rice, cooked it and poured half a can of Campbell's soup over it. [sounds gross? It's pretty yummy - think baked rice.]
I was barely halfway through before I started to have the familiar FULL feeling.
But I couldn't stop! [you know me and the cannot-bear-to-waste-food attitude]
So I finished every single bite.
And I wonder why I never lose weight. Ha.
Note to self: Stop cooking too much. My sister claims I am turning more and more into my mother. Cooking excessive amounts is one of her traits. Oops.
Friday, January 21, 2005
On a totally bimbotic mode....
This is too cute!
"How many genocides make one genocide, sir?"
8000 people murdered in one day. 800,000 in 100 days. Nah it's not a genocide.
Talk about language play, huh.
Justin and I caught Hotel Rwanda yesterday. I had no idea about this genocide at all as I was only 12 at that time and let's just say I was never too diligent about keeping up with general affairs. I regret that now. Never too late to catch up, however. It was heartwrenching without being overtly gory and the scene where the Caucasian nuns and priest had to be separated from the children just caught me RIGHT THERE. As the crowd dispersed from the theatre, the usual chatter about the film was nowhere to be heard. Everyone left silently.
"We are here as peacekeepers, not peacemakers."
The power of propaganda ( I swear that the eerie voice from the radio station appeared in my dreams last night) and the indifference of the world. With all the violence and not to mention what is going on in Sudan right now - are we going to repeat the mistake? What can we do HERE?
Please watch this film. To at least be aware. Especially if you were previously as indifferent as I was.
Saturday, January 15, 2005
"How are you?"
It's weird but I've been getting this quite a fair bit these days. And I can't manage more than a smile and say "Good.."
Seriously - how do you answer this question?
[by the way, is there any way I can shoot some arrows up to the guys upstairs or TH for speaking super loudly at this hour? I can hear every single F word and what-nots.]
Apart from the lousy administration crap that I was in (and am still in) this past week, school has been enjoyable so far. The schedule's pretty good but the workload's crazy. I swear I'll work my ass off. Really. I have to.
But honestly? This semester, what with schoolwork, catching up (yes I am still catching up with that one dance I am doing) with dance, upcoming stuff like piecings and bunk-ins, more schoolwork, my wonderful mid term break plans which involves going to 2 states within a week while juggling schoolwork - I am freaking out as of now. Been doing my readings for the gender module I am taking this semester - the introductory readings which were on theoretical debates of feminist linguistics totally freaked me out. It's Dr. Chng's class. I shall steady myself. I have 12 more weeks to go.
It's okay Sze. God's watching over you. You shall set your priorities right.
My organiser this semester says this:
"Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense."
I had no idea that I'd be reading Emerson this semester when I bought it. Sounds good, eh?
All I want for this year? A packed but happy, fulfilled time!
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
My letter to The Star....
Much has been said about the bad service attitude in Malaysia and I was not spared from it the last time I was home in Ipoh.
My family was planning to make dinner reservations at Oversea Restaurant for our Chinese New Year reunion dinner. Therefore, I went to the restaurant on a Sunday afternoon a couple of weeks ago to enquire. The restaurant was closed then but the staff were still around. I approached this lady who seemed to be the captain and asked whether they were still accepting reservations for Chinese New Year. She very politely said that they will be closed from the 28th day of the last month of the Lunar year until the 2nd day of Chinese New Year. So, I just thanked her and turned around towards the exit.
Barely seconds later, another woman remarked very loudly in Cantonese that nobody makes dinner reservations during Chinese New Year and that whoever did so would be crazy. Although I cannot be certain that she was aiming that remark at me, I was shocked that she did not at least wait for me to leave the restaurant before making that offending remark. I did have half a mind to turn back and ask her to repeat the statement. Maybe I should have.
Oversea Restaurant is a reputable restaurant in Ipoh and it is indeed a pity that they have employed staff who have such little consideration for a potential customer. Many have told me that this is the "usual" service you will get and not to bother myself too much about it. However, if Ipoh is to truly upgrade herself to become a more developed city, people's attitudes have got to change. As an Ipoh-ite, I was truly turned off by that minor incident. What if I were a foreigner?
It probably sounds like a really petty, minor incident but it peeved me off really. Janice was with me and she was equally pissed. And please don't even get me started with what I had to face at the Ipoh Garden post office the other day.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
I think part of growing up, part of being an adult is being responsible for the duties that you have taken up, to continue doing them even though you don't feel like it.
It sucks, yea, to have to do what you don't like.
Sunday, January 09, 2005
I am so pissed now that I am ready to cry.
Firstly, I didn't have enough points to bid for all three of the Lit modules I wanted. So I waited everyday by the computer. No avail.
I come back to school and whine to the ELL department. The very nice lady tells me that the EL module that I want is full to the brim and hence now I am forced to take a Level 4000 EL module.
I need 2 more Lit modules to fulfill my grad requirements and the abovesaid lady tells me that she cannot do anything. I need to email my lecturers, hoping for them to admit me into the class, THEN file an online appeal and attach the lecturer's email of approval into the class THEN pray that I will get the module.
Bloody bureaucracy, I was muttering under my breath while trying to retain a smile.
So I go back to my room and email both lecturers. Half an hour later, one lecturer emails me to tell me that the department is discouraging them from admitting students more than the quota and that if he admits more students now, it will make the chances slimmer for everyone to even get in. And he tells me to find another module.
So I log on to CORS to check if I can bid for 2 other Lit modules. Nope. Not open. Meaning it's full too.
My problem is:
WHY IS THERE NOT ENOUGH VACANCIES FOR THE LIT MODULES WHEN THERE ARE ALREADY SO MANY LIT MAJORS AROUND?
Why is there even vacancies in the first place? (okay, okay - maybe cos of space constraint or whatever)
This is my first time in 3 years that I am encountering such crap with the administration. ARGH.
Friday, January 07, 2005
I was on Skype with my mom today when my brother passed by. I called out, "Eh Ernie Poh, call me!"
According to my mother, my extremely alert brother ran into my room to look for me, not realising that the voice was coming from the speakers.
Needless to say, my mom, sister and I were all reduced to hysterics.
Thursday, January 06, 2005
Dratted CORS Part 2
I start school on Monday and as of today, Friday, I have only 2 modules:
American Literature 1
Science of Music
There was one teeny vacancy open for Singapore Lit today. But guess what, surprise surprise, the minimum bid wa 2180. At 9:45am.
I hope that person gets his/her module for 2500 points and has no points left ever again to bid and suffer in the class to add salt to injury.
Then again, he/she might be a graduating student.
So am I [techically]!
I need my three other modules! The plan now is to crash all the classes and whine to the lecturers who are mostly fed up with the system anyway.
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
I know this is kinda early....
..but is anyone up for Zouk Flea and Easy on 30th Jan?
Free admission. Flea market and afternoon party apparently.
Somebody? Me has never been to one,despite having been in Singapore for 2.5 years.
How 'Chinese' are you?
Despite all that sociology and linguistics have taught me, this list brought many a knowing smile to me as I read it in my email....[guilty of those in bold]
You unwrap Christmas gifts very carefully, so you can save and reuse the wrapping (and especially those bows) next year.
You only buy Christmas cards after Christmas, when they are 50% off.
When there is a sale on toilet paper, you buy 100 rolls and store them in your closet or in the bedroom of an adult child who has moved out.
You have a vinyl table cloth on your kitchen table.
Your stove is covered with aluminum foil.
You use the dishwasher as a dish rack.
You keep a Thermos of hot water available at all times.
You eat all meals in the kitchen.
You save grocery bags, tin foil, and tin containers.
You use grocery bags to hold garbage.
You always leave your shoes at the door.
You have a piano in your living room.
You twirl your pen around your fingers.
Even if you're totally full, if someone says they're going to throw away the leftovers on the table, you'll finish them.
You don't own any real Tupperware -- only a cupboard full of used but carefully rinsed margarine tubs, takeout containers, and jam jars.
You also use the jam jars as drinking glasses.
You've eaten a red bean Popsicle.
You bring oranges (or other produce) with you as a gift when you visit people's homes.
You have a collection of miniature shampoo bottles that you take every time you stay in a hotel.
The condiments in your fridge are either Price Club sized or come in plastic packets, which you save/steal every time you get take out or go to McDonald's.
Ditto for paper napkins.
You never order room service.
You carry a stash of your own food whenever you travel (and travel means any car ride longer than 15 minutes). These travel snacks are always dried. As in not just dried plums, dried ginger, and beef/pork jerky, but dried cuttlefish (SQUID).
Your parents vehemently refuse the sack of gold coin oranges that their guests just brought just to be courteous.
Your dad thinks he can fix everything himself.
You majored in something practical like engineering, medicine or law.
When you go to a dance party, there are a wall of guys surrounding the dance floor trying to look cool.
You live with your parents and you are 30 years old (and they prefer it that way). Or if you're married and 30 years old, you live in the apartment next door to your parents, or at least in the same neighborhood.
You don't use measuring cups.
You feel like you've gotten a good deal if you didn't pay tax.
You beat eggs with chopsticks.
Your parents' house is always cold.
You have a teacup with a cover on it.
You reuse teabags.
Your mom drives her Mercedes to the Price Club.
You tip Chinese delivery guys / waiters more.
You're a wok user.
You like Chinese films in their original undubbed versions.
You have acquired a taste for bittermelon.
You like congee with thousand year old eggs.
You prefer your shrimp with the heads and legs still attached -- it means they're fresh.
You never call your parents just to say hi.
You always cook too much.
If you don't live at home, when your parents call, they ask if you've eaten rice, even if it's midnight.
Your parents tell you to boil herbs and stay inside when you get sick. They also tell you not to eat fried foods or baked goods because they produce hot air.
Your parents never go to the movies.
Your parents send money to their relatives in China.
You use a face cloth.
Your parents use a clothes line.
You eat every last grain of rice in your bowl, but don't eat the last piece of food on the table.
You starve yourself before going to all you can eat sushi.
You've joined a CD club at least once.
You know someone who can get you a good deal on jewelry or electronics.
You never discuss your love life with your parents.
Your parents are never happy with your grades.
You keep most of your money in a savings account.
You've been on the Love Boat or know someone who has.
Your toothpaste tubes are all squeezed paper-thin.
You love Chinese Martial Arts films.
You have Tupperware in your fridge with three bites of rice or one leftover chicken wing.
Shao Lin and Wu Tang actually mean something to you.
You love to go to $1.75 movies.
You love to go to $1.50 movies even more.
You never order sweet-n-sour pork, egg foo young, or chop suey at a Chinese restaurant.
You hate to spend more than $5 for lunch.
Someone in your family drives a Honda... with custom rims.
You have a Chinese knick-knack hanging from your rear-view mirror.
You like to eat chicken feet.
You suck on fish heads and fish fins.
You turn bright red after drinking two tablespoons of beer.
You can get a buzz on Coors O'Douls or Miller Sharps.
You look like you are eighteen.
You only buy used cars.
You have more than five remotes in your house.
You leave the plastic on the lampshade for ten years or more.
You can't bear to throw things away.
Your dad washes his hair four times a day, or never at all.
Your unassisted vision is worse than 20/500.
You've worn glasses at least since the fifth grade.
Your parents (or some other close relative) own a grocery store or restaurant.
You drive around looking for the cheapest gas.
You add twice the amount of water recommended when making orange juice from concentrate.
You've never seen your parents hug.
Your grandmother lives with you and your family. or at least she used to.
You never order desserts at restaurants.
You always have water when dining out.
You say "aiya!" and "wah!" frequently.
You love Las Vegas, slot machines, and blackjack.
You love to play mah jong.
You have to read all your parents' mail written in English.
You are constantly being set up with uninteresting (and usually ugly) people by your parents.
You hate eating cheese.
You have a big aquarium filled with colorful fish somewhere in your house.
Your mother is strangely obsessed with plants.
White people look at you strangely if you tell them you are Buddhist.
You notice the main topic at family get-togethers is food.
You seldom ever owned new clothes if you were a second child.
Your folks never speak under 10 decibels at family gatherings.
You never made the school football or basketball team.
You have two middle initials instead of one.
You grow your own bean sprouts in the kitchen.
Your mother made you peel water chestnuts and snow peas.
You have an lonely unmarried relative who frequently drops by during dinner time.
You received little red envelopes containing money on special occasions.
You use the underside of a porcelain bowl to sharpen your knives.
You cut your own hair… or had someone in your family do it.
Your grandmother has a lot of gold teeth… especially in front.
You keep fresh garlic and ginger in the kitchen at all times.
You know what the term "lemon" or a "banana" means.
You only have to shave every other day (maybe).
You wash and reuse ziplock bags.
You know at least three people named Alan Wong.
You never drank milk after eating cherries.
Your parents collect jade jewelry.
You always drink tea after a meal.
Your dad owns at least one bird.
Your parents grow vegetables in a garden.
You use doilies to decorate your furniture.
Your grandmother rapped your knuckles with her chopsticks while reaching food with your fingers.
You're proud to be Chinese - and you pass these jokes on to all your Chinese friends!
Monday, January 03, 2005
The thoughts that made me a tad overwhelmed just now...
- looming schoolwork (I don't mind that too much actually)
- EVC stuff
- organising my hall room (read: wardrobe, desk and actually throwing things out again)
- Publications car wash
- preparing for tuition
- upcoming issue of The Ridge and the meetings that always seem to pop up
- catching up with Sofyan's dance
I hope I didn't miss out anything.
I don't want to go back. Only happy thoughts?
- looking forward to enjoying my classes
- Book Sale at Suntec this weekend
- the trip to Changi Airport this Sunday afternoon....
Sunday, January 02, 2005
[rant which non-NUS students can ignore]
Only NUS students will be able to emphatise with this. Wait,make it NUS Arts students. ARGH.
I have a grand total of 230 points left in my Programme account. If it were my last sem I couldn't have cared less but I'd want to do Honours. Currently bidding for 3 Lit modules for about 300+ - 600+ points each. I have until 5pm to decide to 'sai lang' (use up all my points) or save up, get only 1/2 out of the 3 modules -- then wait for Round 1B to rebid.
How - which to do?
How can there be only 26 vacancies for one Lit module? Even the year one students are clamouring to do Level 3000 modules now! ARGH!!!
On a happier note, NYE was lovely. SY was sick (you were sorely missed girl) but Jan and I met up nevertheless with a couple of drinks, Cheezels, Honey and Raising Helen.
And I ODed on shopping. But the dress yesterday was a total steal! And so was the bag on Saturday! *bimbotic*
My heart broke a little this morning when Ernie asked my mom whether he was supposed to join the Year 4 students this morning. No, my mom had told him, you are to join the special class again. He has progressed tremendously over the holidays, having a steady group of friends his age and communicating more effectively than ever.
I'm proud of that kid.
part time nerd
part time bimbotic shopaholic
Last 10And so it is.
Cos I am already sick of NIE canteen food
Still learning, after all.
1 Tuesday night 2 weeks since we've met up 3 hours...
So, stuff have been happening
The only thing that kept me from bursting out in l...
Broken Bridges, anyone?
When shall we three meet again?
books actually-- great books at low, low prices!
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