How Nice....
It's always nice catching up with old friends.
Coincidentally, a party of 2 this evening turned out to be 4.
As always, old memories are always brought up.. and some hilarious ones that even I have forgotten were mentioned
1. The Story Of Shankar
Back in the RI days, there once lived a little indian boy named Shankar. He loved to steal. Well, to put it diplomatically, he just couldn't keep his hands off other peoples' property.
A short exchange between Shankar and Mr Lee Tiong Beng, one of the nicest teachers in RI at the time, remains in the classic super-qie hall of fame
LTB: Shankar, why aren't you doing your work?
Shankar: Sir, I don't have foolscap paper lah.
LTB: Don't have foolscap paper? Go and steal lah!
2. Wild Hair Boy
In my Maris Stella days, there was once a kid nicknamed Wild Hair Boy, by yours truly. I was reminded of my evil deeds against him by Francis, who was the most anal head prefect in primary school.
Incident 1: Apparently, WHB was being held back by a few of my friends, name Jingshen, Louis (also called Wood-root cos of a mispronunciation of his Chinese name Rungen, which was truncated to Mu-gen, thus Wood-root) and Francis. I stripped WHB of his underwear and threw it on the fan, causing the poor boy much embarrassment when the teacher walked in. He started crying. hahahahahaha
Incident 2: WHB shat in his pants. It was a really wet shit, and the bucket-shaped plastic chairs that were homogeneous to all schools at the time helped him to hide his accident as long as he didn't stand up. However, the smell was overwhelming, and me being the nosey Sherlock Holmes, smelled the shit and searched for the ass that shat it. Thereafter, there was no holding back as I singled him out as the culprit and shouted it out to the whole class. He started crying. Again.
Funny memory: Jingshen was a fat kid. Much fatter than I was in primary school. We called him Punggol Pig. There was once when he was questioned about his eating habits, and he divulged that his breakfast consisted of ham. Just ham. Not a sandwich.. just ham rolled up and gobbled up. His lunch, horrifyingly enough, consisted of canned pork, the one that has alternated layers of fat and meat. Just purely out of the can.
3. The reverse qie
Toby used to love fleasing off other people's fries. Prakash, to counter and prevent this heinous act from occuring, spat on his fries. Toby, in a classic reverse qie, spat on Prakash's fries. Nothing more to be said.
hmmm we were really fucked up kids huh.. haha
Yamly Yoghurt
We finally bought tickets for Forbidden City! We're going to watch Forbidden City after we come back from Bangkok! I'm really excited. A lot of firsts or us coming up.
After we bought the tickets from the friendly SISTIC lady, we ventured down to the basement of Lot 1 for dinner. The baby wanted to buy some Yami Yoghurt in order to whet her appetite.
When the regular cup of Peach Yami was served up, it looked really pathetic. The cup was barely filled, and that feeling of being cheated was escalated by the fact that they tried to hide the fact that the quantity was pathetic by making it higher. That only accentuated the unfilled space in the cup.
I was a little annoyed, and I asked the auntie (yes she was an auntie, one of those Meh Nor Ner types) to give us a little more. She took back the cup, put it on a weighing scale and went on to point at the scale, saying something about ounces. I was pretty bloody annoyed by how rude she was. Like serisouly, as if it would kill them to give a little more.
Yami Yoghurt must be losing money if they've actually reduced their quantities. They haven't even bothered to resize the cups to make them look less pathetic. I think it's tiem to go into the market with my very own brand of frozen yoghurt.... YAMLY YOGHURT. Force those pathetic assholes out of the market
Give it Life!!
The Oni is finally coloured.. to a certain extent. I remember the last time I was in the tattoo chair. It was quite a few months back, and I was getting the outline to my side torso piece done. I remember thinking "Shit, this isn't so bad!" Little did I realise that it's because it was the BLOODY OUTLINE.
Yesterday, I dove back into the chair to get the Oni coloured. We've only managed to cover him. His clothes and axe are still just plain outlines. However, it did take about a little more than 2 hours in tattooing time, and I was already in pain by the time we started on his belly. I guess the soreness resulted from the fact that it was the same region being tattooed over and over again. What's new to me is that this is the first time Sam has actually just concentrated on one region to get the colours right, instead of moving from region to region, like he used to do and like most tattooists in Singapore do to prevent the customer from receiving too much trauma to the same region. FYI, most tattooists wouild rather do a touchup than scare the shit out of their clients due to the pain. But Sam just went for it yesterday. In some sense I'm really happy at least that portion is done and I won't have to worry about pain there anymore. However, I guess I'm pretty impatient in the sense that I'd have liked to see more parts being finished.
However, what WAS a nice surprise yesterday was taht the gf came by with a new friend.. he's a new hamster some customer from her work place didn't want anymore. Sweetheart named his Skrats, and Sam added Hamtaro. So we're still decided on what to call him. In a little over 24 hours, Skrats has managed to bite me twice, once drawing blood, the other missing it cos my fingers are too thick, escaped from his little enclosure and gotten into a fight with little Fats. He was cut 3 times... I'm proud of Fats in that sense too. =)
They're now into their bonding stage, with a wire mesh put into the cage to separate the two hammies. They can try attacking, but it's not like it's gonna work. For now, they're still concentrating on trying to bite through the wire mesh and get to the other side.
The gf was amazing today. She taught me to sing this song called "Head and shoulders knees and toes..." and I told her that it sounded exactly like "London bridge is falling down..." Both ended with "my fair lady!" She claimed they were different tunes. She sang her song, and I sang London Bridge. THEY WERE THE SAME TUNE...........
But I obviously still love her dearly. =)
I shall hit the sack now. I need my sleep. Tomorrow's gonna be a long day, I hope. I want it to be a long and tiring day tomorrow.
Weirdos...
I had a really weird encounter on the train this morning.
I was standing there, hapily minding my own business (I usually mind my own business happily, since when I'm pissed or sad I like to whine, and I don't like to mind my own business when that happens), when I felt a slight tugging on my sling bag.
I spun around (I usually spin around, since that is more efficient, and I'm all about efficacy) and I saw a couple happily smiling and waving at me. I acted on the first reaction that was swung around my central nervous system.. I smiled happily and waved back at them, even managing a little "Hey!" I stopped short of saying "How've you beeeeeeen!" with the utmost enthusiasm.
As I spun back (once again, efficacy) to face the door, I squeezed my brows into the most puzzled pattern you'd have seen on the train this morning (even more puzzled than the minahs who draw their eyebrows about 3 cm above their original brows in the most puzzled looks ever) and I tried to search through my brain at 5GHz as to who they were. I drew a blank.
The little Microsoft Search Dog was fucking puzzled.
In order to avoid having to actually turn around and say goodbye, since that's just part of the socialization process that has been ingrained in us, I took my trashed up mobile out of my jean pocket, and made a hurried call to yours truly as I leaped (efficacy) out of the train.
Extremely weird experience. I think my brows have jumped 3cm above themselves.
Bagel
The dog is smelly, he's pretty stupid most of the time, but smart enough to always evade everyone in the house so that he can choose a spot to pee in.
However, he never manages to hide when he's being hunted for after an incident like this.
He's a very timid boy, but loves to act the role of a huge Alsatian (yes baby we can also say German Sheperd if you want). For example, he barked at the 2 strays from the Seletar hills area.. when they turned around and realised that he was just a tiny thing, they came back for him, and he sprinted into the house.
When the gf and I were walking him and the strays saw him, instead of offering his tiny bum to protect us he hurrily tottered towards home, not even looking back to make sure that everyone one else were fine.
A few weeks ago, he was screaming his head off when we came home. The gf ran towards him and started barking at him. He cowered into a corner, and peed.
He lets the birds eat his food. My mother scolds him for letting the birds eat his food. Maybe he's just being friendly and offering them some food. Who knows.
His most recent role in the house was to make me laugh in the early hours of the morning.
Mum to Bagel: "Why you never eat your food?! Let the birds eat again ah!"
Me to Mum: "Stop disturbing him lah, he doesn't even know what you're shouting at him about"
Mum to me:" He dunno?!?! He knows ah! Anyways when we're away you better feed him his food (DUH), make sure the birds don't eat it. "
AND.... THE BOMB...
"And feed him some rice also, he's like a China Ah Peh, need to eat rice"
Sigh..
Time of the month
It's finally the time of the month that I've been looking forward to.. no it's not about the messy lumps of clumpy blood that's gonna blob out of me.. it's time for finals and projects!
Which also means that my term is ending.
I'm really looking forward to the end of this term, mainly cos I can finally start my business and concentrate on it for a while before the next term actually kicks in, and also I'm one more step closer to graduation.
Sure, it's still a pretty long way to go, and there's lots of obstacles ahead, but I'm willing to bet that it'll all be over in a jiffy. Who ever says jiffy anymore.. oh well.. it was in my head, just had to get it out.
People were discussing about blogging today. Most of my classmates seemed to have a pretty negative view of it, like people who blog have no one to talk to, have nothing better to do, are overly narcissistic, love to hide behind the internet to insult people. And then I posed to them a question. Ultimately, it's a person's choice what he or she wants to write about. In every form it is the person's form of expression, be it anger, envy, rage, jealousy, happiness, or any other form of emotion that's felt. So, it's ultimately just like reading someone's diary. The bait is sweet, no doubt, but don't complain and bitch when you've bitten it and you just can't swallow it.
It's always a choice whether we want to read about other people. They write, we read. It's willing buyer willing seller. If you think that they're full of shit, then don't invade their pseudo-personal space. Ultimately, they still hold creative rights. Sure you have th eright to your opinion, but don't criticise them for blogging just because they do.
I swear, all those fucking ah nehs in class were just fucking itchy in the mouth, just can't shut their fucking mouths. Any fuck thing can say they'll say, doesn't matter if it makes sense or not. I do, however, relish the fact that with one sentence or question I can shut them up. Sure you got the gift of the gab, you can speak like a fucking freight train.......... but do you have the brains to back it up? I fucking highly doubt it. So just fuck off
Creameries Localised
The recent spate of overactivity in the local ice-cream arena has left us with many brilliant flavours and textures, as well as many others that need too much of an acquired taste to savour.
It's not everyday that we get to see an ice-cream flavour make it big, but it's kind of disconcerting that ultimately the interesting flavours that were designed have largely been homegenized, and sooner than later there will be cloned startups that hitch onto the success of these earlier successful and original parlours just to make a quick buck.
Thus far, I've heard of 4 local parlours worth mentioning, and I've been to but 3. Mission has not been accomplished yet obviously. They are: Island Creamery @ Serene Centre, Ice-skimo @ Upp Thomson, Forgotten Name @ Shaw Towers, and The Daily Scoop @ Sunset Way (which I have yet to lay my siege upon).
Ice-skimo was a huge disappointment, with their ice-cream temperature not held at the ideal, and thus resulting in the ice-cream becoming too watery to savour by the time it reached the table.
So far, Island Creamery has been our best bet, and I love the Teh Tarik that they serve there. Other flavours include Horlicks, Apple Pie, Chendol, Pulut Hitam and the likes. An Awesome array of choices. Everytime I go there I'm spoiled for choice, and it always never fails to send a slight wave of disappointment through me knowing how I can ultimately only get two flavours into my little cup.
Last night we stumbled upon the Forgotten Name @ Shaw Centre after a sumptious but excruciatingly uncomfortable dinner at Chong Qing Hot Pot. Flavours dished out at the looking glass included Horlicks once again, Apple Pie once again, Mixed Berries, Chrysanthemum (which tasted very authentic but too much like tea) following the success of Teh Tarik, and a new flavour which really threw my senses off - Wasabi Lime. I took a little pinch of it into my mouth, and I was rather taken aback. Sure, it was really unique, but that's where the good sentiments ended. I was thinking to myself "What the hell is this?!?!" It's a very innovative flavour, and I'm sure there'll be people raving about it, otherwise they wouldn't have churned it out in the first place. However, maybe it's just not for me, and like I said, maybe it just requires too much of my acquired taste.
Looking at the rather similar flavours on display, I started to wonder whether these flavours would eventually become a homogenized icon of our unique and apparently cultureless country, much like chicken rice and char kway teow. It's sad to know that one day, it probably would. However, from the point of view of my taste buds, an influx of similar flavours might not be that bad a thing, since the competing parlours will seek to outdo each other in terms of popularity and of course, taste. Mmmmmm... I see an awakening ahead. I like that.
Summer School
This is a fucking oxymoron I swear. Well firstly, there's no summer per se in Sunny Clean 'n' Green Unique Courteous Singapore. There's hot and humid with no rain, and clammy monsoon seasons. Just 2.
Anyways, I started summer school a couple of weeks back. It's been interesting so far. I haven't gotten the book that I'm supposed to study for the term test next week, I hanve't done the journals, I haven't done anything in fact. All I've done so far, is to talk a lot in class, have fun, and catch up with people on msn. Oh yes and talk to the gf when she's awake, since the class does start at 1 and that seems to be too early for her to be awake.
Summer should be spent playing, hanging out with classmates and the like. And then I remember that I'm in info systems. Fucking most mundane school in smu... In any case.. I have to leave for school now. At 9 am during a holiday!!!!! ARGH..
Oh well.. at least I'm not rotting away... hmmm... now how is that not better? I don't know...
Iceberg's coming out too.. need to force iceberg out. Now.
I've Always Wanted To..
Get a competition-worthy physique so that that special someone might see something attractive in me
Lift fucking heavy so that I can feel happy that it's something I can do.. and ultimately feel happy because I love piling on the plates and being able to lift them
See what all the fuss about ethnic cleansing was about
Eat 100 hotdogs at one go
Get 2 sleeves.. one Japanese-style, the other Nuskool.
Sleep soundly when I'm alone
Hope that one day the phrase "relationships of convenience" will be nullified from exsitence.
Be appreciated.. somehow.. by those who never seem to amaze me as to how much they seem to care, but just can't bring themselves to do sometihng decent to show a little of that.
Find out how my father still hasn't learnt to spell my name right. I'm fucking 24. Hello.. wake up and realise that there's a reason for phonetics. Fuck...
But whatever.. some things are meant to be, others aren't. It's ultimately not what I want to happen, or not happen, but rather how well I can accept some things, and be content with them.
