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2007-03-27T22:00:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.
suddenly i see. it all became so mudder clear i almost didnt want it to be that clear.
of course, that sentence above could mean anything la. suddenly i saw the clear sky, or the clear water or the clear path to PMS (dear lord, help me in that!).
but yea, those stuff still blur. its the totally irrelevant stuff that became clear.

anyways, here is a really nice song! i like the lyrics so much. and the name of the band.

Sometimes I feel the fear of
Uncertainty stinging clear
And I can't help but ask myself how much I let the fear take the wheel and steer

It's driven me before
And it seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal
But lately I'm beginning to find that I
Should be the one behind the wheel

Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes, yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there I'll be there
So if I decide to waiver my
Chance to be one of the hive
Will I choose water over wine
And hold my own and drive, ah-a-ah-a-a
It's driven me before and it seems to be the way
That everyone else gets around
But lately I'm beginning to find that when
I drive myself my light is found

Would you choose water over wine
Hold the wheel and drive

Drive by Incubus

2007-03-01T23:32:00.000-07:00

hullo duck. (gosh the updating this blog to match the google account is so tedious)

anyways i would like to say that the running helps alot. it was, as always, to lose a ton of weight at first. but, somewhere between realising that i only kid myself in that resolution and the recent spate of revelations, i have begun to run for more than just the usual superfluous reasons ( and, yes, losing weight has moved to that category).

other than that, nothing much blog-worthy has happened. oh i cut my hair! its really short and i went to the indian mama shop, (see previous post about that one) i shall refrain from putting a picture of the new 'do cos that might just complete the bimbo picture. aiya, basically its short. and boyish somewhat. needless to say, i look gooooooood. haha.

anyways, my brain (the one that does the introsepction and higher order thinking) has been on somewhat a snooze mode since uni started 2 years ago. but there are 2 places where there is a flicker of activity:
1) a moving vehicle(i think the official and unofficial housemates can attest to that)
2) the shower (and, no one can attest to that, yet)

so the other day in the shower it dawned on me that i have to just say what's on my mind to maintain sanity. i dont think i was ever like this before, much to the unhappiness of a certain Tiong Teck Wee, and i understand why now. like now, when sem 5 seems to fall into the sem 3 pattern, i need to vent. or gripe. i just need 5 sentnces. and, call me choosy here, but i have to vent it to someone who isnt my parent and who isnt in my batch. (i mean that would be stating the obvious which they prob wont want to hear anyways)

which leaves me with, on a constant basis,
the Sarawakian. (which i really appreciate!)

and now that her gg away is looming in the horizon, i need to either become self-sufficient (which can happen because, well it can) or find someone new to gripe to (which should happen but prob wont unless someone moves into sarawak's room but, nah)

until a call came from scotland! and the stories of the switchfoot concert, and drives to ulu parts of scotland, and other stories completely not related to the current topics of musculo-skeletal system/ sem 5 EOS/ PMS choices.
Thank god for Skype. and dilane of course.

actually, things arent too bad la. its not bleak at least. and there are lots of things to be pleased about. really there is. i just hate changes but that's just part of the way the universe works.

oh! i got a new ORIGINAL JOKE.
Q: what did one bone say to the other bone in a restaurant.
A: bone apetite!

oh, did i mention, ITS ORIGINAL. which means, that it sprung from a corner of my brain. and my PBL fasci said (yea i said it during PBL!) that its something he would prob come up with cos its good (and he wasnt being sarcastic!!!) and this is coming from someone who used to be an adviser on sex issues for the Cleo Magazine. so, obviously, he knows what he's talking about.

2007-01-30T20:50:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

oh i watched blood diamond and its reallly good! i havent watched a good movie in a long time before blood diamond.

and this is a non-exhaustive list of movies that i should watch.
babel
the good shepherd
king of scotland
the holiday

am i glad this is the land of cheap movie tickets and pirated DVDs. (and, like icing on the cake, i bought the tix yesterday and i got FREE darlie toothpaste! how good is that?)

anyways on a seperate note,
is it just me or that emotions dont come unadulterated. as in. one emotion is always admixed with something else. how the mixture is varies and in different proportions.

like, if you're sad, you're sad. and that's easy to deal with. (relatively)

but if you're sad and still a little hopeful and also somewhat relieved and somewhat happy that u were happy alot before you got sad, then where does that leave you?

confused? makes the two of us. :)

2007-01-17T01:57:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.
this might be outdated to some of you but Oprah Winfrey just built this huge ass school in South Africa. The pictures came out of Newsweek seemed more of something out of The O.C but is actually meant for increadibly poor girls, who (based on what i thought of the article) just managed to tug at the fat black lady's heartstrings.

(there was this girl who was interviewed by O and at one point gave oprah a hug and said she was her new mother or smth like that and she got in. now, O isnt very discerning is she)

so she received alot of flak for doing things in a gargantuan way in a country which isnt used to her ways. that in the pretext of providing poor girls an education she is actually showing them a way of (somewhat extravagant) life. to which she responds, "its my money so i can practise charity however i please." well she didnt actually say that. but its wat she meant. i know.

at one point i wanted to be Oprah.
like. watch any episode and just look at the way she speaks. her style (of programming) has been copied by almost everyone but i really dont think anyone can do how she speaks. and that's probably why she is the most powerful black lady in Hollywood and only second to C.Rice in the whole country.

But then i realised that she is so. uhm, how should i put it. i think her motive is like this:
this is what i have done and this is what the world should know about me. hence i am going to give the poor person crying in this episode more that she(its mostly a she) could ever imgaine in front of the millions who are watching right now and who want to be me.

help and make sure ppl know about it. its a pretty good strategy. but kinda boring after an episode too many.

and then i realised that she is just like Mother Theresa except that the other lady wasnt half as rich as her. which, is quite clever.

so i still want to be Oprah. not in this world. cos that would be just too cruel. and wrong. as idealistic as it sounds i think charity is the last thing you should shout to the world about cos somehow that defeats the whole purpose of things.

but in some parallel universe where i wont feel bad for being beetchy i think i want to be Oprah Winfrey.

2007-01-11T22:36:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.
so this is the first post of the year.

yea so i went to india which is surprising in itself that it came as a huge surprise to alot of ppl. i got alot of reactions ranging from "oh my god. YOU are gg india." to "oh wow. so you're finally gg!"

and then when i reveal that i have been to india before its still surprising to see the reactions i get. just infer from above.

so india in a nutshell is
still the way it is 6 years ago.
and i got killer shoes.

and then there is bangkok.
which, forgive my lack of (more) thought in the following statement,
is a very livable place. its got nice places to shop, live, and die(yep. i mean the hospitals)
and that's exactly what i want out of an ideal city. having said that, i probably dont really know what i want since i havent seen much of anything else the world has to offer. maybe i'll change my mind if i end up on a vineyard in Provence.

on a similiar note, i cannot imagine staying anywhere else from where i stay in in singapore. i recognise that this prolly comes off as, uh, paris-hiltonish. but i really. i cannot.
and the thought that i might have to move sometime soon is just unsettling. i have tried imagining living somewhere else in singapore and the only place that i didnt find mentally revolting is East Coast cos there;s the beach and nice places to eat. but, since my brain works in a very linkish kind of way, i link east coast to vjc. 'nuff said.
but the possiibility of moving seems to be rearing its ugly head once in a few conversations i have with my father.

for the following reasons:
1. he (surprise!) never really liked River Valley area- the place he's been living with ALL HIS LIFE
2. he is bored of the area
3. he wouldnt need to live in an area near the CBD if he isnt gg to work in the CBD, eventually.
4. "wouldnt living near the beach be fun? you can go running there everyday." (that man uses guilt trips when all things fail)

i know. things are much worse. ppl dont have decent sheds over their heads and the country that i visited recently certainly doesnt have a dearth of those examples. but. i dont care. as far as i am concerned. there are ppl with no roofs. and there are those with gold roofs. i just want a district 9 roof.

ok. seriously.
i just dont want to move out of my comfort zone. its got nothing to do wit district 9. i think i would have the same sentiments if it were district 59.

honestly, the whole comfort zone thing is the crux of it all. really!

2006-12-17T20:53:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

i'm in the changi airport transit lounge. (free internet!) lousy keyboard.

as ,most of u know i am gg to india.
not looking forward to it.
especially when the anti-***** sentiments are most pronounced.

shite.

2006-11-08T08:54:00.000-07:00

hullo duck!

first there was the esplanade.
and then biennale.
in between, the biopolis or watever it is called now.
and now, vivocity.

everytime i mention these names i almost want to correct myself cos i am still unsure of their pronunciations.

it seems as though the ppl controlling the singapore joystick are delibearately coming up with names they friggin' cannot pronounce. which, maybe hasnt occured to them,
but it is dumb.

singapore ought to take a cue from malays. i know this sounds funny but i dont see how calling the esplanade "the Sang Nila Utama" or something along those lines would diminish its popularity.

in KL, there is the One Utama Shopping Centre (which is HUGE) and then there is the Sunway Pyramid (which is BEAUTIFUL) and then there is Bangsar Village. these are all local names and judging by the thousands that throng these places at any given time, i cant see the very huge bearing a name have on its popularity.

i understand that perhaps the esplanade was named such and designed such to create some sort of ripple and extend its novelty more than it could have managed on its own. but how many times can u possibly take the rabbit out of the hat and expect an applause?

u know, this naming trend that this country is adopting is just entertaining in itself.

Singapore intending to raise its chic profile with all these names is akin to a chinese Ah Beng intending to name his son Rocco (after madonna's kid) and instead, calling him Loco. (which means crazy)

2006-10-31T09:54:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

i was very hesitant to post this interesting revelation (of sorts). if you happen to see me over the next few weeks, be rest assured that i will keeeeeeeeeel you if u snigger and call me Muthu. (ish, you have immunity.)

so here goes the story of how i will always be destined to lead the Muthu life. (if u have no idea what exactly i am referring to when i say Muthu, well its a long story)

anyways.
so some time ago, i was telling my dad that i should have cultivated a good relationsip with some pro dude who can cut curly hair like mine. because everyone whom i have been to only is skilled in straight hair (no points for guessing why) and when they cut my curly hair, i basically end up looking like a poodle.

so the father suggested that maybe i should go to an indian person to get my hair cut. cos, logically, indian person=understands curly hair=can cut it better=i look less poodle

the problem was that i dont know of any indian person other than the barbers who bear resemblences to Kollywood (that's southie for Bollywood) mafia actors. and of course, i rather go blonde than to go to them.

some weeks ago, the father and i were in JB for our usual breakfast-pirated DVD shopping routine. and the father suggested to get my hair cut by the indian lady.

i figure, why not. since i havent had anything to gripe about in a while, might as well get my hair cut my a kollywood reject and then blame my father for even suggesting it in the first place. (no, i wasnt thinking that actually. i didnt really THINK, period)

so this shop is pretty decent looking, if i were into posters of tamil actors and fat indian ladies that is. but i am not, you see. so i wasnt too impressed with pretty much anything but of course that didnt prompt the brain into high-gear and make hasty escape.

so i told indian lady, "i want to cut hair. no, trim only. leeeeeetle bit. please dont cut so much. layer alot." and subsequently used my finger (which underlies how little i wanted to get cut) to demonstrate the length.

indian lady then handed my the ONLY english magazine in the shop(smart lady figured i wasnt, like, her type...) and proceeded to cut my hair.

and, when previous haircutters thought i was a poodle, this one thought i was the very wooly sheep that get their wool skinned every Hari Raya Haji. the lady went on and on and on.

so i kept telling her, "ok enough oreadi. stop! stop!"
and she says with equal enthusiasm (to my horror) "just minute. notchet finish. just one more minute"

and this goes on for a while. i notice she cuts hair with relish, like she is reallllly enjoying it. and when she is done, she steps back. with this satisfied, accomplished look on her face. and she then says, "u like. nice know?"

i wish i had a picture to post here but, despite going to a less than stylish lady, i think i look nice. i figure i will be seeing most of u anyways so u can see for urself.

anyways, indian lady was one of the nicest haircutters. she actually apologised to me everytime some of my cut hair fell onto the mag i was reading.

its strange cos i am having an Msn conversation with amelia about hair. (her hair)
i think one day i will do the Hair for Hope thing. where u donate your hair, get shaved bald for cancer sufferers.

i think indian lady would be proud. :)

2006-10-29T20:38:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

forgive my lack of technical know how.
there seems to be a problem on blogger and i cant seem to post my entries anymore.

so this is just a test run.

2006-10-28T09:29:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

forgive my lack of blogging techinical know-how. i am not sure why 3 of the same posts get published. someone had this theory that i click on the button way too many times but i maintain that i do it once or at the most twice (or 3 times if i feel extra annoyed at how slow the highway is gg)

anyways. i have hit a new low with myself. with reference to the last post, i made some money from the gambling and i made enough to buy new shoes for myself! which in itself, is just wrong because,

1. i really should stop the shoe frenzy. i maintain that shoes maketh the man (or in my case, the woman). no, actually, shoes maketh rima rai. it maketh her incredibly happy.

2. my parents think i am beginning to have a spending problem and i am running on the very precarious line of getting the mother's ATM card taken away from me. since i am running that risk i ought to prove that i dont actually have a problem and that, contrary to parental belief, i am NOT a big spender. but, i do nothing. wherein the problem lies.

3. resorting to a vice to feed another vice. 'nuff said.

i really should do smth.
its a phase.
i hope.

2006-10-23T04:26:00.001-07:00

hullo duck.
oh u know every year for diwali my cousins and uncles gamble. every year i forget the rules of blackjack (u think that's even possible) and every year i am known to be the most risk averse person. i place bets of $0.20 (the lowest possible u can bet.) and get laughed at when i hesitate to take the 5th card (where i might stand a chance to lose double if over 21)

this year.

i increased my stake (wat do u call it really?) to $0.50! i started with $3.60 in coins and at the end of the day i had $10! isnt that a feat?

i am pleased with myself and i cannot waait for the new casino to open. in the interim, there's Genting! and mahjong!

anyways.

today i left home reallly early to go to the clinic. in my hurry, i forgot to take some money. so i was carrying an empty wallet. my mom didnt charge the phone she left behind for me so the battery was almost dead. the ipod wasnt charged either so the battery was almost empty as well. and i hadn't topped up the EZ link card.

an empty wallet, ipod and handphone. and stomach.

it was a really, uh, empty somewhat sickish feeling. (for want of a better word)

2006-10-11T22:32:00.000-07:00

Helen, played by Gwyneth Paltrow is a long, dark-haired Brit. One day, after losing her job as an advertising executive, she decides to return home in the middle of the day. The scene of the pivotal moment is a train platform. In scenario #1, she just slips through the sliding doors before the train pulls out of the station. On board, she meets the cheerful, talkative James (John Hannah), a Monty Python fan who is taken with her beauty. Minutes later, in her flat, she walks in on her lover, Gerry (John Lynch), in bed with another woman (Jeanne Tripplehorn).

In scenario #2, she misses the train and, shortly thereafter, is the victim of an attempted mugging. She doesn't meet James and fails to make it home in time to discover Gerry's infidelity. Juxtaposed one against the other, while sharing many places, cues, and characters, the two stories proceed in parallel from there. In scenario #1, Helen eventually sets up a successful PR business and in the scenario #2, she remains leading a depressing life as a waitress still unaware of her boyfriend's infidelity.

have u watched this movie? if u havent i think u should. not the best movie ever made but gives alot of food for thought.

hullo duck.

i still maintain that i dont always ponder over the what-ifs and could-haves. waster of precious time, i think.

but on an afternoon such as this, and in the numbskull such as mine, those best-left-unanswered questions are revolving around. i havent really found myself in many forks- in- the- road kind of situations but i guess there have been a couple of pseudo-forks. the situations in which the decision at hand was somewhat easily made but, in retrospect, were the sort of decisions that kinda changed that particular course that u were supposed to take. but at that moment of decision-making, u were blissfully unaware that the consequences had some gravity. or brevity. watever.

i am tempted to mention the pseudo forks but then i might as well tell u the colour of my underwear.

2006-10-11T09:31:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

so the other day someone asked me wat are 10 things i would like to say to ppl without actually naming them. it was really an intruguing (for the lack of a better word, and a correct spelling) question but like 2 other ppl were talking to me (cos, i'm like, soooooo popularrrrr. hullo) and i couldnt really think so i just said nothing.

but here goes. for the jackass known as xamm.

1. yea i dont like u and i am tired of pretending to can we, like, stop talking altogether. the formalities are making me sick.

2. i know u cheated.

3. i cant look beyond the race issue. i am sorry.

4. i think u're cute. which doesnt mean i am in love with u or anything. so just, be a man. and talk to me? like, say hi can already. i am not asking to marry me, y'know? (and given the rate at which u are going, i wont)

5. i hate meeting u cos u are such a wet blanket it annoys me how u always have a reason to be sad about something. other than that, you're great company. so like, dont be so melodramatic about ur life, can?

6. i hate ur girlfriend.

7. i think u have issues. like, alot of them. (this one is to alot of ppl)

8. a teeny part of me wished i was more like u and less like me.

9. i think u're perfect. no, i am not lesbian.

10. i dont think u deserve it.

11. how do u make everything so easy?

12. do u, like, look down on me? cos it sure feels that way.

13. i still think we could've worked things out.

14. i am sorry.

15. stop trying so hard.

16. one more chance?

17. it may be love. or it may be just revenge. i dont know. i would like to find out. would u?

so, here we are. i guess i just dont have the courage to say these things to ppl. or that i dont really know how to phrase what i want to say in a way that i want ppl to receive them. or that i dont even know where these ppl are anymore.

nontheless. i think i have alwaays been like that. there was this beeeeetch in primary school her name was darrelle eng and she just was on my back all the time. and she was my classmate for 6 years and i had planned to tell her wat a bitch she was like on the last day of primary 6 but i guess i forgot or the words didnt come out. i dunno. but the same thing happened in secondary school. and in JC. and i reckon in IMU.

its funny cos ppl think there isnt usually a lag time between wat i think and wat i say. well, there usually isnt. especially when i dont really care about the repercussions. but there are way alot of things that i dont say because of a variety of reasons best left unstated.

if you're reading this (wait wat am i talking about. of course, you ARE reading this)

can u guess which one, if any, is directed at you?

2006-10-08T06:58:00.001-07:00

hullo duck.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MELISSA YEO!

so since i missed the actual date and i ignored ur tag. and since i have no present to get u. i wont know what feathered thing u'd want this time anyways. i would like to dedicate this post to u.

melisaaaa mary yeo was the woman who hated me and i hated her when we were in sec 1. she thought i was miss prim-proper-high-up-there sort and i just found her blardy annoying. it didnt help that she sat behind me in class. and, yes, i still maintain that it was her upside down face i saw in the Falling Chair incident.

anyways so she claims that the reason why i fell in like with debate is cos i had her. she was second speaker and i was third. so i basically had to clear her rubbish up la. and i guess that thru the fake arguing and talking rubbish and cute adjudicators (remember the RV debate at ACJC?) we swept everything under the floor. and we have pretty amazing memories of falling belts and bleats and watnot.

now i am not prim and proper anymore but she is still annoying. haha. in a good way? ok la. she grew up and so she's not that annoying anymore.

so she's in, like, so many places now. its michigan the last time i checked and its melbourne and dunno where else. all that talk of coming to KL and all has gone down the drain huh.

the funniest thing is that she has her thoughts all over the place and she is half whack herself AND she is studying Psychology. like, good luck to her. :)

anyways, so here's to alot of rubbish that went on in school and out of it!

happy birthday mel.

:)

2006-10-08T06:58:00.000-07:00

2006-09-28T22:42:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

gosh after like eons i debated for my school's "sports day" kinda thing. its different from the 3-on-3 style that i was used to, this one is the british parlimentary style which i honestly find ridiculous. like, so pretentious to call the First Proposition Speaker (in the style that i am used to) the Prime Minister.

anyways, it kinda reminded me of the reasons why i liked debate and fell out of like of debate altogether. it was always the late nights, the research, the racking of brain, the uppity ppl, the emotions that u should not have put into the first place, that killed it.

and then, there was the blardy funny ppl who say the most ludicrous of things, the post-dinner debates, the checking of prime meat at competitions, the prime meat itself at competitions that started it all in the first place.

anyways, on a completely different note, i feel like i have been slacking wayyyyyyyyy too much. i should be worried but i am more worried about the fact that i am NOT worried to do much about it. damm. that is not good.

so i should be failing the Endo exams cos hopefully that would wake me up.

miami vice is, like, one of the worse movies to watch. such a let-down i still cant believe it. and gong li should stick to wat she does best. no, not acting in chinese movies. but, just speaking the language in that way.

migawd. wat on earth were they thinking?

2006-09-19T00:50:00.002-07:00

hullo duck.

the problem with men with no obvious vices is that their virtues can get pretty dang annnoying.

this isnt an original thought but i wont mention the source la since i think it would degrade the integrity of this post.

i have actually alot to say but when i am in some public area waiting for lectures to start i cannot strain my thoughts and this is getting annoying.

but, yes, at one point during the jeremiah phase i was really upright and moralistic and i thought that vice=immoral.

and somewhere along the way, when i prob got swept in, i realised that this is so not true. that its the virtuous ppl who have SOME problem or another.

religion. (not bad in itself but save the evangelism can)
opinions. (we are all entitled i know but dont judge so early can)
habits. (the good ones are nice but ever thought that the line btn good and whack can be thin)

damm stupid class is starting but i think u get my drift. we often mistake the wolves and the sheep and sometimes, wolves arent that bad y'know?

2006-09-19T00:50:00.001-07:00

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2006-09-11T20:32:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

there was a little girl from Gabrialtar,
who got raped as she prayed at the altar.
it seemed very odd,
that such a virtuous God,
would answer her prayers
and then assault her.

the world works in funny ways at the hands of its maker.

welcome to the world, people.

and, welcome back to sem4. :)

2006-09-05T15:52:00.000-07:00

its mudder 6 am in the morning and i am the only idiot on MSN. even the US ppl are offline. damm.

i slept at 12mn and just suddenly woke up at 2am.
i thought i was hungry, and as i was eating everything that came my way in the kitchen, i amused myself thinking that its strange being woken up by hunger pangs. and then i realised its not so strange cos since it has happened before.

then after eating enough for 2, it was 2.20am and i thought to myself hmm maybe i should read something. so i read Zadie Smith's "on Beauty" and then i couldnt really focus my eyes to the words which then led me to conclude that on goodie time to sleep but i just couldnt for thelife of me.

and then honestly i gave up. so i laid on my bed and stared at the ceiling. and its strange how funny thoughts come into my head when i cannot sleep. (amy, if you're reading this, remember the bolt of artistic idea that came into my head somewhere in March?)

my mom wakes up at 6am and when i used to go to school she'd waake me up. but as most of u know i am not a morning person so i'd mutter from my room that yea i am awake and i am changing (but actually i am snug under the blanket) and she'd believe me. only to start shouting later when we're all really late thanks to me. but my mom is so gullible. she's go to heaven.

but she always has ruined many nice sleeps for me.
today i took revenge.
it was ME who woke her up. earlier than 6am.
and the confused look on her face, was priceless.

its strange but i still cant sleep but now i am very happy.

2006-09-04T06:01:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

so lets face it.

we all have fetishes.

some of us have the army boy man in uniform fetish(ok its more of an attraction thing which i wont deny, fetish is a little too decadent to describe it) and some of us have the innocent school-girl fetish. its really ok, no big deal. i must have heard s0me pretty weird fetish stories but i cant remember any since i usually file such information at the back of my head.

it is commonly believed that fetishes and fantasies reveal something about the person. like, i dunno, if u have a rich old man fetish apparently it stems from the lack of a father figure or watever.

i mean, such conclusions are way too simplistic and somewhat one-sided. rich old man fetish can also stem from natural attraction to power and establishment. or that one is just a heartless gold-digger.

but, then again, these articles hold some water, no? that the fetish that u have about gangrenous toes reveals some very very deep-seeded (or seated?)and latent desire that one would prob never reveal or admit to having or even aware of.

its interesting to hear ppl talk about their fetishes. i mean if done in an un-crude and tasteful way. the crude stuff keep to yourself, i say.

so, being the totally unscandulous person that i am( i mean read my ENTIRE blog and you'd see no trace of any topic too risque)
why the sudden fascination with fetishes, right?

well, today is the day i realised that while it is interesting to hear ppl talk about fetishes, it is even more interesting to figure out their fetishes on ur own.

wah, body language tells u everything.
:)

2006-08-30T20:25:00.000-07:00

You Should Learn Chinese

Surprised? You shouldn't be - Chinese is perfect for an ambitious person like you.You're a natural entrepreneur, and a billion people are waiting to do business with you!

What Language Should You Learn?

damm. i really was dreading this. i think its a sign.
haha. at least it isnt english or smth.

2006-08-30T20:12:00.001-07:00

hullo duck.
to begin with i really DO NOT believe that i have one and a half weeks left of my vacation. i mean, yes, no holiday is really long enough, but i guess its just the whole routine thing that i have to return to.

u know how, when u are in the throes of despair studying for some exam, u make grand plans for ur holidays? well for me, and as most of u have heard me say over and over again, it was to lose ALOT of weight. but, well, that didnt happen and it isnt gg to in a while.

but, never the pessimist and the eternal optimist that i am. i have decided to do this-
1. meet rich man
2. marry and hope he dies
3. get personal trainer
4. get desired body shape while maintaining already impeccable face

ok, quite honestly, marrying the rich kind isnt gg to be my thing. aiya all these rich ppl have a problem. and anyways i dont think my fisherman father can afford dowry.

and as most of u know, my friends in singapore have dwindled down to a single number. but this time i think i really did get to know a whole bunch of ppl who's company i trullly enjoy.

but still, i am looking forward to seeing u guys again. and yes, cherie, i will come back and rid u of boring vanessa's curse. and the sarawakian, i will rid of u empty house curse. yes, yes, the highlight of ur life will be back on the 10th of sept.

have i ever mentioned? i think the ideal country for me, is the physical structure of singapore and the ppl of malaysia. cos the problem i have here is the ppl(they should all just die) and the prob i have there is the general place.

i do realise this post, is weird. its the lack of sleep.

2006-08-26T20:41:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

yesterday was another one of those medical students gathering thing.

it was the usual dinner-mingle-try act smart and rich-go to Wala's (yay for wala's!) thing.

somebody mentioned that i make friends really easily, that i was the supposed only outsider in the whole thing but i happen to know more ppl than him in the room where he is supposed to know more ppl.

yes.
the big problem is, i hardly enjoy the company of the pple last night. i mean, yes- they're pretty nice. they're pretty funny. they seem to treat me ok. (some more ok than the others)

but i keep looking over my shoulder for that quiet girl i spoke to who's spoke to me just now but seems to have disappeared. or the really shy boy who told me he'd much rather go to Border's cos the whole social gathering thing is not his thing. i find myself among a group of guys and girls who are obviously out to outdo/impress each other and how to enjoy anything with a bunch like that?

they way this person so obviously has a thing for that other person across the room- seemed to me that it was more an SDU thing than some medical students thing.

i guess, when i remove my IMU cap and put on my IJ and VJC cap, i fit in. ppl talk to me. i become someone else for a while.

this someone else that i am talking about? lets just say i used to be her. i dont really like her and i am not exactly proud of her. i try to shake her off every once in a while, and sometimes when i find myself with my usual enliy-amy-van-jo-al-andrew-isk-syed-irf-ke-cherie watnot company, i think she is almost gone.

but last night i think she came back for a visit.

thank god for IMU.

2006-08-24T21:59:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

so as i have made it known before, i really DONT like clubbing.
i abhor the loud music, smoky atmosphere, watered down drinks, general crowd and watnot.

but the other night at MOS was not too bad. i went with the bunch of ppl i got to know thru the SGH A&E dept. there werent many since most went home after the BBQ but there were

cecilia, the (really hot) norwegian girl
antonio, the (even hotter) portugese guy (who's really funny!)-we have the same taste in cheesy music!
and there was yuen. the (total jackass) BBC who ditched us for some ugly ang moh guy(i swear yuen is gay)

but yes. the ang-mohs commented that singaporeans can be pretty weird. i think it was cos we were all pretty freaked out by this girl who was in the main arena. i mean, i think we have seen weird ppl but none quite like her. she had a really nice body but her entire face was covered with this shiny black mask( smth like a swimming cap ) and she was dancing like a pro. like, she's blind and this bunch of guys do all sorts of things to her from all directions (and i mean all directions) and she just lets them and gosh it was just weirrrrrrrd.

eeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

but, even tho i enjoyed myself more than i normally would at some smoky noisy club, i dont think i'll go in a while.

anyways yesterday was rag week and i had to dress up as a nurse to ask for donations. the whole nurse get-up was clarissa's idea since i used to complain that all the old ppl in the waard used to call me Misi. which is malay for nurse. so yesterday i was the malay misi who went around singing for ppl for like, lose change.

(my invented song went like this, "spare some change for medical research. it would make my day and would certainly make yours!") it didnt rhyme at all but i guess it worked!

i realised one thing tho, that the ppl who normally donated the most fell into the follwing categories:

1. malays
2. poor ppl
3. old aunties
4. smokers

hence i have new-found respect for them. its amazing how nice these ppl are.

and the ppl who literally ran away from us like we were the plague fell into the follwing categories

1. rich ppl (u can tell la since the minute they take out their branded wallets with wads of notes, from their branded bags and dig thru their 5 cent coins with perfectly maicured nails)
2. ang mohs
3.a certain racial group that coined the above word in the first place
4. young poly students ( i swear its the complex)

anyways, this measly shrimp that i approached started scolding me and was saying mean things to me and so i said good luck to u when u die of lung cancer i will be by your side laughing my head off. and then i ran away.

i felt good. haha.

no la i felt shitty and i dint want him to die. i just wanted him to donate. or just refuse. ignore me also can. but scold? wtf?

2006-08-22T06:46:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

did u know that

i never believe it when ppl tell me that they broke up on mutual terms.
in my mind, the world works like this:

First:
there is always someone who initiates the idea-the Dumper
and there is always someone who either accepts it, rejects it or seconds it- (essentially) the Dumpee.

Second:
the Dumper, i.e the initiator of idea in the first place, is expected to have thought thru the decision. even if say its an impulsive one, the Dumper should have at least tried to imagine life without Dumpee and obviously, would have imagined it to be significantly or marginally better than the status quo.

Third:
Because the Dumper would have imagined life to be better and that it was his idea in the first place, he ought to be relatively (this is in freaking italics for a reason) less upset than the Dumpee. Hence, he ought to get over the ordeal of breaking up relatively faster than Dumpee.

So i was really intrigued at some point during The Breakup today. (and blur ones, i am talking about the movie, not some event in my life. cos, like, i'm, like, single. hellooooo.)
Out of the goodness of my heart I wont divulge the details because u should all watch it at least once but yes, if u have i am referring to the part where Vince Vaughn cooks dinner for Jennifer Aniston and the conversation that took place. I just didnt get that part. So incongruent to the rest of the movie and the characters and nope that isnt my idea of a twist in the story line.

Oh well, the reason why i watched the movie-jennifer aniston-didnt disappoint. I want to be her. wait, better still, i want her personal trainer. haha.

but, well, the movie brought up pretty interesting memories about past events. let's just say that some part of the movie hit a raw nerve. but of course u wont read about it here. or anywhere else.

but back to the Dumper and the Dumpee and the interesting moral dilemma i have found myself in. The other way the world works in my head is that, whatever the Dumper and the Dumpee would have their friends believe,
loyalties are divided.

Friends would have to take sides. Would have to help in the bitching sessions. As a friend of either Dumper, Dumpee or (god forbid) both, u simply cannot be objective. Be objective and all ties are severed i say!

So, therein lies my moral dilemma. I am friends with both Dumper and Dumpee and, well, ethically my loyalties lie with Dumpee but personally, i want them to lie with Dumper.
As much as i sympathise, I think Dumpee just deserved it. That said, the Dumper could have done a better job at it but that's a different story.

So now, i cannot meet Dumper anymore and quite honestly the only reason I hung out with Dumpee was so that I could hang out with Dumper. (Because their world works like this and that they are attached to the hip)

I was looking forward to seeing Dumper but that isnt going to happen in quite a while.

So the Bitch Rima thinks that, since all relationships on this Earth are transient and in the larger scheme of things nothing would matter, I should meet Dumper.

Sane Rima (notice the absence of Angel Rima- she doesnt exist) thinks that Dumpee is already taking things badly, I should not compound D's problem. The world is a small place so it would be easy to find out that I have breached that code of friendship. And that is just not nice. So meeting Dumper is out of the question.

i have also realised that

this entry can have possibly no ending and i have to stop typing so that u can stop reading.
aiyah,
basically, moral dilemmas would never have a solution and i'd prob follow Sane Rima's approach.
or, as the famously singaporean saying goes, "see how la."

2006-08-21T04:51:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

u know how life has a funny way of playing tricks on u?
like, of all the topics u study for an exam, the topic u didnt study for comes out.
like, of all the unis to get posted to, u get posted to the uni that u absolutely dont want to go.

anyways, if u have no idea what i am talking about then its time to go onto the next blog to amuse urself with someone else's ramblings.

but u probably have an idea cos the funny tricks happen to us all the time.
it happens to me all the time that i always feel that (i swear) god is having fun with my reactions to the tricks i get played upon.

today is the day, after having a lengthy conversation with someone,
that i want something more than anything in the world. (ok la there are other things i want also, but now T-H-I-S is it)

but. but knowing how, whenever i want something i really want i hardly ever get it or that i get the complete opposite of that.

so i am trying hard to take the detached approach, but dammit its not working.

and, no jing, its not wat u think it is.
that one went downhill, will tell u more in e-mail where dignity is preserved. :)

2006-08-19T01:09:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

as some of u know, i am working (technically i am not, but i'll still say i am working to sound important) at SGH and i am attached to the A&E Dept (or to sound more cheem- DEM)

and its beautiful

at the same time its somewat, unnerving?
my sup asks me alot of questions that i actually do know the ans to but somehow i have forgotten. i am not sure if this is cause for concern or i am just in holiday mode or smth.

but yesterday i freaking forgot the difference betn stridor and wheeze. i mean that's like smth i could roll of the tongue the day before OSCE and it was really embaressing not to know. sigh. its somewat frustrating cos u know the damm ans is smwhere at the back of ur mind or that the name of Lignocaine is v famililar but when u are asked out of nowhere u just cant seem to say the right thing.

aiyah, i really dont know wat to think now.

that said, the pple i've met are just, amazing.
i wont go into details cos i might just start gushing or smth, but, like, i cant believe how someone i know seems to have it all- totally smart, laid-back, so very very nice. sigh.

its great the pple i have made frens with. some of them just blow me away.

2006-08-14T22:23:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

did u know i am a sore loser.

i absolutely hate
giving in
giving up
losing out
losing in general

yes yes i know i should be happy for pple and whatnot but pls la i am not built that way and until some life-changing event happens and i get all buddhist and zen-like, i am going to look forward to the time when karma works its wonders.

on a completely separate note, i went to the air port yesterday to sent some ppl off and i saw a bunch of VJC ppl (my batch) i think they were fromm A51 or smth and i almost vomitted blood up on seeing them.
its funny how, long after they have graduated from that god-forsaken place, they still have that smug-i-am-smarter-than-you look.

the guys look the same-boring and the girls look the same-cookie cutter.

or maybe its just me. yeach.

2006-08-11T08:34:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

oh yesterday was nice.

there is this place, Lush. the chill out spot by the sea. its so very nice. the wind blows non-stop and its out in the open so, ventilation is heavenly.

and i tried the weirdest concoction- vodka+lychee+smth sweet = ended up looking greenish

it was nice at first but kinda got cruel on the throat- i guess that was the vodka.

but then, after lush there was the NEW ASIA BAR which is on the 70th story of The Westin (or the Swissotel, if u like) and the view ffrom up there is just amazing.

u can pretty much see the whole of singapore from up there and this little country is, sans beautiful mountains and lakes and watnot, still really pretty with the little lights.

and then i did the really swaku thing of trying to figure out where my place was from up there. i got pretty close but maybe it was the Sour Apple Martini tat was kicking in or smth else.
i got sleepy but i still managed to walk all the way home.

which tired me out just enough to sleep my life away.
i am def gg there again and again and again. haha.

sometimes gg on msn depresses me. haha. in the wistful wishful kinda way.
haha.

2006-08-07T20:45:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

i dont know how to tell ppl this- "move on, u dimwits"

i mean, i really wish i could. i dont have the guts to and being the gutless idiot that i am, i just keep quiet about it.

i really wish they stopped talking about the good old days. all the time.
wats the point of meeting up when all they ever do is re-hash stories of years gone by?

its like, meeting with yr secondary school frens and realising that all they ever do is talk about the things that made us friends in the first place- secondary school.

surely there is more to u and me than good ol' memories. surely you'd like to know, and not just ask for the bloody sake of asking, wat i am doing with my life now, wat i want to do with it in the future and how i have changed in the process?

because, honestly, as boring as Business Admin sounds, i would really like to know wat it is. and why u are studying it? and yada yada yada.

and also, yes, i know i was the class clown in primary 6 but i am not all about jokes, you know?

sigh.
its been 1 month since i got back.
and, i wish i had done more to achieve the dumb goals i had set out.
i swear, the day school starts for sem 4, i am going to regret it.

2006-08-06T01:21:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

dinner was great. very simple and yet very elegant.
the company wasnt too good but (well they werent my friends. i was just the host cum cook)

but i think part of the dinner success was thanks to (the only friend i invited) clarissa. its interesting cos she doesnt know how to cook but it was the little things like dishwashing and clearing up that she did that really helped. that really made the difference.

so thank u clArisa. :)

and, i think i have a problem with ang-moh ppl.

2006-07-30T00:41:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

so today's newspaper ran an article on blogging and blogs and bloggers being too self-indulgent.
i never really thought my blog shouldnt be self-indulgent.
i mean. its my blog. i can write anything i want to. as long as it doesnt land me in (a singapore) jail.

and since its my blog. i can post watever picture of me i want. (of course i choose not to on my own blog. but i might if i was crazy hot like, i dunno who, or if i was just plain stupid like xiaxue.)

point is. i think blogging as an activity or bloggers as a sub-culture is being given way too much importance. they are just a bunch of pple who are riding on the latest fashionable wave.

but every now and then there is always something written about them.
am i under-realising the force of blogging or wat?

no. i just think, that as usual, them reporters just need to fill the sunday newspapers with.

2006-07-30T00:37:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.
few of us would have the courage to admit this.
we're all owned.

2006-07-28T01:33:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

today is the day that i have decided.

i dont want to grow old.
i just want to die young.

i mean, youngish.

on my own terms.
without being overly dependant on somebody.
without anybody waiting for me to die, because its easier for them to see me "dead in peace" than "alive in turmoil". watever man.

(boy. am i glad i am in the right profession. i have access to all the morphine and syringes and watnot in the world!)

anyway.
i think my grandma is dying.
and no, i am not like sad and depressed about it.
just, well i went to see her today and it was a realisation of sorts.
figured since i cant really tell anybody wat i really think about it,
i might as well tell it to u, duck.

2006-07-26T19:15:00.000-07:00

more bizarro!
haha. he obviously went to CHIJ. he knows the CHIJ speak.

2006-07-23T01:59:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

in case you're wondering why i havent been blogging in a while.
first i had exams.
then i didnt feel like it.
i still dont really. but i just came back from phuket and well, figured i'd say something about that place. simply because.

anyhoos phuket was decadent. its wayyy too comercialised and wayy too many ang mohs and they drink wayy too much alcohol.

the place i stayed was really nice. kinda typical resort like but very peaceful. my room was on the first floor but somehow the use of plants to conceal my balcony (which opened up to the pool) to make my room into some kind of a private enclave thing was just really clever.

unfortunately, that was the only clever thing i got to see about that place.
honestly, the pple are just not very bright.

not-very-bright incident #1
first, i was at swensen's wit ish and i was at the counter paying for the ice-cream. without looking at me, the waitress said a whole bunch of things in thai (she sounded like she was singing to me) and then when she finally looked up and realised the blank look on my face, she says "membership card?" and then i say no and then hand her the money and then she goes bacck to singing more things in thai.

not-very-bright incident #2
my parents and i were in a jap restaurant and the waitress brought a bottle of minerel water with a glass of ice. my dad then said, he din want bottled water and pointed to my green tea and said he wanted that. then, she comes back. without the bottle. and with a glass of ice with water.
i think she thought he didnt want the bottled water but the bottled water in the glass. sheesh. so much for my dad's hand signals.

not-very-bright incident #3
i was bargaining (i happened to be quite the pro. i think) over 2 bags. the lady wanted 400B for each bag (at one stage of the hagling) and i wanted to offer her 450B for 2 bags and her eyes lit up for a while cos i think she thought i wanted 450B for each bag. i mean which idiot customer jacks up the price during bargaining. pls la, i am not thai.

i mean i enjoyed the trip. but it really fell short of my expectations. phuket has always been a tourist spot. and most of the tourists are caucasians. and that place is so commercialised. its almost hard to believe that the locals cant understand english.

so i refuse to put it down to ignorance. i put it down to plain stupidity.

2006-07-14T20:26:00.000-07:00

You Are 60% Weird

You're so weird, you think you're *totally* normal. Right?But you wig out even the biggest of circus freaks!

How Weird Are You?

2006-07-14T20:22:00.000-07:00

girls arent good at keeping secrets.

i think i am screwwed.

and i am not looking forward to novenmber.

2006-06-03T06:06:00.000-07:00

it used to be Calvin and Hobbes. and then i found this guy. Bizarro is my fave comic. the funniest stuff in one slide. brilliant.

you have to take the backseat now.

2006-06-02T20:22:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

"a rolling stone gathers no moss"

i googled it.

This proverb now has two meanings: people pay a price for being always on the move, in that they have no roots in a specific place (the original meaning); or people who keep moving avoid picking up responsibilities and cares.

so there. now read the next post.

2006-06-02T19:50:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

just got back to singapore (oh man the bus took eons.)
anyways so there was this ang moh old man on the bus and he needed help talking to the malay bus driver. so i helped. ( can u beat that? me and speak malay? or as the ang moh put it- mayylayy)

anyways so this has to do with the concept of a "rolling stone gathers no moss" *see below*

so this guy is a 41 year old nurse from oregon, portland. he works 6 months and takes the other 6 off to "see the world" as he put it.

so he showed me really nice pictures of Mt Stong in Kelantan and then he started talking about how travelling makes your life so much richer and that staying put and establishing yourself in one place is just not going to do the same trick.

and that got me thinking. you know,
a rolling stone that gathers no moss
isnt necessarily a good thing. i mean, just cos he knows 25 varieties of orchids and their latin names doesnt make his life any richer than the next 41 year old who works 9to5 and knows the names of 25 different soccer players just so that he could have something to talk about with his 17 year old son.

i mean that's how this guy wants to lead his life and there's nothing wrong with his life. i just couldnt help but compare this guy to my dad who is just 5 years older and who leads the very life that ang moh man detests. from the look of it, my dad is a boring old man but really, he is far from it.

so i see 2 types of stones here.
one that has got no moss. (41 year old ang moh)
one that has alot of moss. and alot of hair. (46 year old indian man)

and i think someday, i would like to be the stone that has lots of moss on it. maybe knowing 25 different types of orchids would be nice, but i cant imagine giving up my life for it.

2006-06-02T09:12:00.000-07:00

You Should Drive a Jaguar XK 4.2

You don't care how you get there as long as you get there with class. And having a little power doesn't hurt either!

What 2007 Car Should You Drive?

a jag. hmmmm.

i dont mind this one either. this one looks absolutely fiiiiiiiiiiine. and even if i have to be marge simpson for it, i would do it.

2006-06-02T09:09:00.000-07:00

You Are Marge Simpson

You're a devoted family member who loves unconditionally. Sometimes, though, you dream about living a wild secret life!
You will be remembered for: your good cooking and evading the police
Your life philosophy: "You should listen to your heart, and not the voices in your head."

The Simpsons Personality Test

eeeeeeeeeee. being marge simpson is like. being emily + mala maung in one. eeee.

2006-06-02T09:03:00.000-07:00

You

a Mai Tai

You aren't a big drinker, but you'll drink if the atmosphere is festive.And when you're drunk, watch out! You're easily carried away.

What Mixed Drink Are You?

i dont mind!!!

2006-05-25T22:12:00.000-07:00

hullo duck!
erm so i'm in a less annoyed mood now.
anyways so i refrain from pasting song lyrics on my blog.
but, this song is different. i am more than aware that its really secondary schoolish but its still reallllllly nice! it has a nice lyrical content and an upbeat thingie about it. what more can anyone ask from a song.

Download it now!

Move Along by All American Rejects

Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking

When you fall everyone stands

Another day and you've had your fill of sinking

With the life held in your

Hands are shaking cold

These hands are meant to hold

Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong

Move along, move along like I know you do

And even when your hope is gone

Move along, move along just to make it through

Move along

Move along

2006-05-18T18:55:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

1. i really really really dont like it when people cannot spell my name right. and, no i am not talking about the full name here. its just Rima. i mean, how mudder difficult is it to spell a 4-letter word.

2. SAM!!! U COPIED ME. if you're reading this, and i know u are, get rid of the hullo gay thing on ur blog. i started the trend with my Hullo duck. get ur own way to start ur entries. haha. hopw you're having fun cooking and when i get to singapore, i will look forward to freee food by chaf sam, yes?

3. i am not sure if always being the first person to do things is a good thing or not. i am still trying to weigh the cons(very little pros to weigh against)

4. well, today is friday and prob the only time i get to blog b4 results day on monday night. i think i will be in A&Ws in PJ come 7pm monday. i wish i could say something about the whole SRC thing. i guess this blog isnt the right place to say things since well, i really dont know who reads this space and hence i cant be sure of the repercussions. maybe after the results i'll say smth.

5. maybe being the first to always venture the hello might just be a good thing :)

2006-05-18T18:36:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

the other day, amy the dysfunctional and i were studying on the top floor of the library in school. and i happen to scan my eye over the reading area near the entrance and i saw a copy of the international edition of FHM.

now, what on earth is such a magazine doing in THIS medical school which happens to be in THIS country?

hmmm.

2006-05-13T09:37:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

i watched Munich last weekend and i have to say that it wasnt up to standard.
i think its high time Steven Spieldberg retired.
haha.

i mean his earlier work was just a whole lot better.
it set the standard. raised the bar. defined.
but now, his work is only conforming to standard.
which is synonymous with, balik kampung! if u know what i mean. leave the scene at his own career high. its best that pple remember him for his good work.

i dont know but from the way i see it.
munich is about jews. jews getting victimised.
steven spieldberg is a jew.
so i cant help but put the 2 together and come to the natural conclusion that munich was just meant to be some sort of a message to the world at large. or some sort of a front. and honestly, do we need more movies about the holocaust, jews and their sad history, WW2, the germans and them not being very nice pple.

(i suppose these movie themes are good money makers which is why they keep getting re-hashed.)

but back to the old man.
his ealier movie, The Schindler's List, pretty much had the same purpose. but i think that had some substance in it. it was most things that munich is not. i am lazy to go into details and i hope u reading this have watched the 2 movies in question. then u'd know what i am talking about.

and prob u'd agree with me.

in other interesting news, i baked cookies today! double chocolate chip cookies. but i cheated la. hehe.

oh and i came up with a cool twisted recipe for aglia olio.
i call it ugly olio. its far from ugly, but well thats wat my dad says when he wants to eat it. he thinks it sounds cute.

"eh make that ugly oli pasta of yours today. i know what its called but i think my version is cute."

i think my dad has been acting kinda house-wifely these days. he was talking about some article he read in Women's Weekly about the best way to make fat-free yogurt at home.

sheesh. how very disturbing.
i think its andropause. haha.

2006-05-12T09:56:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

sheesh.
anyways.
made smoked salmon alia olio today.

i forgot to add the seasoning, my mind was on other things.
and then when i served it i realised that oh it lacks some seasoning
and then i also realised, it wasnt just the pasta that needed seasoning.

alot of other things do also.

2006-05-03T01:54:00.000-07:00

busy busy busy.
i have never been so busy in IMU before, with non-academic stuff.
but its good busy. so i'm not complaining. yet.
haha.

anyways jing sent this this picture of a t-shirt and she said its very debaterish. i tried pasting the pic here but being the swaku person that i am, i dont really know how to put pictures onto my blog (hence the absence of the ball pictures, my birthday pictures, and the crazy ones)

but lemme describe this t. it has a picture of the debater bell. (aiya. i dont know wat to call it. but its used for debates, and its similiar to the ones u find in post offices. and on the SAD counter of IMU)

so pic of the bell. and from the bell, the words, "ping. time to shut up." its really cute! and yes, few pple would get it. but that's why its such a cool t-shirt :)

now hiring baristas!

2006-04-30T10:20:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

ok firstly, i didnt know the comments link on my blog wasnt working. i just thought pple stopped reading my blog. or they were too busy.

mel did mention it on msn once but i guess it din really register.

nontheless, thanks jing for rectifying the flaw i didn't know about. and thanks the rest for ur comments. and the belated birthday wishes. did u know i was at harbourfront too!!! i was mostly at starbucks, and i swear, that night was the first night my dad was in starbucks. ok. maybe i am exaggerating. but he did behave that way.

speaking of starbucks, and in reference to my blog title, i am seriously contemplating the idea of working in starbucks after sem 5. but it seems u need a minimum of 6 months. so it might just happen depending on where i get posted to. (because, as it appears, its not so much of where u wnat to go but wehre u get.)

but back to starbucks. 2-3months of classes and 2-3months of on-the-job training and, voila! you're a barista. and a starbucks barista, that is.

i can so imgaine myself saying, "tall, grande or venti?"

and, "do u want whipped cream with that?"

u make me feel better

2006-04-23T04:27:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

you know i have always mantained this but i have never let it be known.

that the only person who truly makes me feel better.
who simplifies my problems and not trivialises them.
who probably has an obscene amount of blind faith in me.
and who turns out to be right most of the time. (most being the operative word)

is ish.
whom i hardly ever get to talk to.
but the conversations we have, even the 'wats up ma nigga' ones on MSN, really do make me see light. so, yes. thank u.

on a less emo note.
sanju explained the last talking t-shirt.
apparently, its
" 1/4 fish. 3/4 duck."
i cant i din see it before.

1/4 fish = F
3/4 duck = UCK

so yea. put it all together and wat do u get.

thanks sanju. it helps knowing your mind can work in twisted ways still. thought the army would rob u of smth?

:)

messages everywhere!

2006-04-22T00:52:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

talking signs.
i think i have developed a new fascination with them.

the other day in mid valley in KL, we walked past an FOS store where they had really cool talking t-shirts.

i told emily to buy this one : "naughty boy. go to my room."
(i mean, for all of us who know em, this message would suit her)

i told amy to buy this one: "practise safe medicine. play doctor" or
"i like boys. and they like me"

and amy told me to get this one and walk around with emily in school:
"i was voted best kisser by your boyfriend"

well anyways. being the really risque pple that we are, we walked out of the shop empty-handed.

but today, i was out for lunch with mom and i saw the Sins Chocolate van that said
"Dip me in chocolate, and call me dessert"

And then there is this shop in the heeren which sells talking t-shirts that makes all the other talking t-shirts, well, rather mute. (no pun intended. honestly)

"i want your oralpinion"

"take a good look at this t-shirt. you will be taking it off later"

"cock. cock. who's there?"

"this t-shirt looks better on your bed room floor"

"this t-shirt has got strong sexual content"

" 1/4 duck 3/4 fish" i dont really get this one.

and then when i was walking back home, i saw ANOTHER gas haus sitcker. i have been seeing them around since feb and i really want to know what this gas haus thing is all about. strangely the singaporeans i have asked either dont go to town often or havent seen them. (i never said i have normal friends ok)

"dont care what other people think. they dont do it that often." -traffic light outside liat towers

"we hereby declare ordinary as the new enemy." -letter box near skate park

"tasty fast food because its cooked like tasty slow food" -at my lift lobby

(i suppose this gas haus thing is prob a fast food restaurant, but somehow it feels more of a clubby name dont u think?)

anyways, i suppose under the influence of the onslaught of talking signs, i bought something with some weird sentence for myself. i suppose u'll see them once u see me.

orchard

2006-04-21T08:49:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.
ah back to the streets of orchard road again. back. only for a weekend, but i think a weekend is all i need to get over things and move on. so i am gg to stretch tmr(saturday) till its thin.
i fucked hemato.
again.

thanks to all

2006-03-28T23:45:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

yes. so now that the respi exam is over and done with and my blog is in fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine condition, i have to thank all of u for the birthday wishes.

thanks, jing. for the nice blogskin. for the very needed (and well-timed) phone call. for the wishes. (i'm so sorry this thing took so much of your time. will make it up to you somehow! of course coming down to glasgow is prob it but the dad isnt richard branson la)

thanks, mel yeo. for the birthday wishes. u remembered! -hugs- good enough for me. hope things down under are good. and eat one of those cakes that u always rave about. in my name!

thanks, ah lian. i dont really know who u are. are u alia?

thanks, to the nice pple for the surprise on my birthday! i almost died of a heart attack with the surprise. but yes. when u are studying for an exam, things like that are very much appreciated.

and thanks to the rest of the random pple who are on my head right now telling me to go offline so that they can donate blood. to atone for all their sins. -snigger-

haha.

thanks babe!

2006-03-28T23:40:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

oh yea. this blogskin is finally ready. and, it was done by a PROFESSIONAL blogskin creator. xiaxue is not the only one. hehe.

thank you, jing. i like my birthday presentso very much. incredibly original and very "me" :)

yea, i really like this one!! and when u come back to singapore and when i am in town, you have to teach me this blog skin thing. u make it sound easy!

love u! see u soon. -hugs-

new skin

2006-03-25T07:30:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

hey thanks jing the blogskin is just, fiiiiine. its really really nice and its so nice! i love u!
esp the butterflies.
( u still remember!!) but, as u can see. there is a tiny problem. so how? wat to do now?

i think will is hot!

2006-03-11T10:16:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

that guy from american idol who got voted out is hot. will. but at least i still have chris.

oh well. so here i am. typing on alvin's faulty lap top and van sitting beside me. i suppose i have alot to say. but at this point, the spinal cord isnt in top form.

the new sem 1s are cute. not in the good looking kind of way but in the small kid kindof way. it justdawned on me.

say u have a reallly nice pair of shoes. its really comfortable and u look great in it. u have bought all ur clothes to match that shoe.

and then that shoe breaks.

so now.
u have a ton of clothes that just dont look good anymore.
no shoe looks fit on ur feet.
but still, u buy a couple of shoes to replace that one.
but nothing quite fits wat u want.
u resign urself to not ever finding that nice shoe anywhere else.
cos the factory producing it closed down and moved to china.
and, you are indian. and indians arent allowed in china.
u almost want to resign urself to never finding that one shoe. and going to china is out of the question.

now.u think to urself that
the shoe is broken and itfeels that the feet are almost broken too.

from jing's blog. in a different name.

2006-02-24T10:15:00.000-07:00

Ten Top Trivia Tips about Madhu!

Madhu will become gaseous if her temperature rises above -42°C.
The only planet that rotates on its side is Madhu.
If you blow out all the candles on Madhu with one breath, your wish will come true.
If you put a drop of liquor on Madhu, she will go mad and sting herself to death!
Devoid of her cells and proteins, Madhu has the same chemical makeup as sea water!
Cats use their Madhu to test whether a space is large enough for them to fit through.
Plato believed that the souls of melancholy people would be reincarnated into Madhu.
There are six towns named Madhu in the United States!
A female ferret will die if it goes into heat and cannot find Madhu!
Marie Antoinette never said 'let them eat cake' - this is a mistranslation of 'let them eat Madhu'!

taken from jing's blog. thanks btw!

2006-02-24T10:13:00.000-07:00

Ten Top Trivia Tips about Rima!

Half a cup of Rima contains only seventeen calories.
The colour of Rima is no indication of her spiciness, but size usually is!
The porpoise is second to Rima as the most intelligent animal on the planet.
The difference between Rima and a village is that Rima does not have a church.
Contrary to popular belief, Rima is not successful at sobering up a drunk person, and in many cases she may actually increase the adverse effects of alcohol.
Rima can clean her ears with her tongue, which is over thirty-nine inches long.
Without Rima, we would have to pollinate apple trees by hand.
Rima is 984 feet tall!
Oranges, lemons, watermelons, pineapples and Rima are all berries.
More than one million stray dogs and half a million stray cats live in Rima.

dammed if u do. dammed if u dont.

2006-02-24T09:54:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

some people screw u from the front.
some people screw u from the back.

at the end of the day,

you're just a screwed up loser.

50 most eligible bachelors

2006-02-23T03:26:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

i was in kinokuniya just now and i was reading Cleo's 50 most eligible bachelors.
and i realised that they all look the same! really.
buff.
tanned.
tight shirted. (or topless)
straight teeth.
big eyes
the how-u-doin' look.

the thing is, i am pretty tired of looking at the same old, cookie-cutter type of bachelors. its like they have become conventionally pretty girls- a dime a dozen.

give me more seth!
more that guy who played che guevera!
more matt damon! (less orlando bloom. he looks like a butch from CHIJ)
more eric bana!

i have to add that its not that i find these men particularly hot. its just that they're different. and that's the whole point.

but while i was thinking that, i wondered if men are as bored of cookie-cutter type girls as much as i am bored of those mentioned in the magazine article?

something tells me that they arent.
since there is supply, there is obviously demand.
or is it the other way around?

oh, i bemoan the lack of individuality.

ps: as i read this post. i think i sound very, painfully cliched.
i dont mean to.
but, even at the rick of sounding so, my point still remains.

Why do these things happen to me?

2006-02-23T03:24:00.000-07:00

hullo duck.

the other day i was in subway.
i picked up my drink to drink and the entire base just fell off and all a coke spilt onto my skirt!

why do these things happen to me?

Uncomfortable Silences from Pulp Fiction

2006-02-23T03:02:00.000-07:00

hullo pulp duck.

mia wallace: dont u just hate that?
vincent vega: hate what?
mia: uncomfortable silences
vincent: uncomfortable silences?
mia: why do people find it necessary to yak about nonsense just to feel comfortable?
vincent: that's a damm good question. i dont know.
mia: its when u know you have found someone special that u can shut the fuck up and still feel comfortable.

the above is a scene from Pulp Fiction, between Uma Thurman's character Mia Wallace and John Travolta's Vincent Vega.

I have come to realise that it is not weird to talk all the time just to feel ok.
Some people dont like cockroaches. Others just dislike stony silences.

i happen to hate both.

2006-02-21T21:18:00.001-07:00

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