Monthly Archives: July 2003
DID U KNOW. there was a durian buffet going on in taka b2. all you can eat, $9 for half hour.
i nearly cried, it was the last day of the buffet, and i wasn’t hungry (had already stuffed myself earlier). waah.
girls these days are getting more and more daring.
just came back from intracouncil (an event where the past batches of vj councillors all come together, kinda). there were 2 girls from the 20th (current batch) who were manning the reception booth. ok so the story goes like this.
i’d noticed one of the girls staring at me already (i was standing near the booth). so i’d thought she’d heard my (semi-)joking comments on not paying the registration fee. so i (sheepishly) walked up to register and sign in and pay money. then in the process just started talking a bit lah. turned out that she’d thought i looked like ervin (the 19th vice-president) lor.
sidetrack – seems like it’s my curse to forever look like other ppl, but in a worse way. like i was supposed to resemble my senior Nicholas Beetsma, just that “he looked better” (exact quotation). and i’m supposed to resemble my junior Ervin. except that i’m “chubbier” (another exact quotation). while i don’t really deny either charge, it’s still rather demoralising. heh.
but anyway! yah so basically that was that for awhile. then later sometime during the even i happened to walk past the booth again (the place was really small) and we talked a bit more. basically more on the resemblence to ervin, that’s when the “chubbier” comment came up. grr. haha. yah so off i went again.
so near the end of the event, the reception girl came up to me and shook my hand, and commented that i “look really cute”. that’s the part which totally shocked me. i mean, i’m really flattered (and apparently egoistically posting it here for all to see), i said thanks and all, but i mean, it’s not something i’m used to lor. this is singapore, not the west! tsk.
i think i need to escape the 60’s mentality =P
i just discovered my second pair of babyblue socks just now. sheesh. the thing is, they were originally white. wonder what blue thing has been fading in the wash lately. grrr. babyblue’s a disgusting colour. to wear, anyway. gah.
oh well, it could be worse, i guess. i remember a pair of undies i had which was stained brown. a very ugly brown. in fact, it looked like a case of uncontrolled diarrhoea. no kidding. i never wore that pair again =P
i’m apparently not the only one cursed by such things, though. i remember the incident at the recent council chalet.
me: why on earth did you get pink socks!?!
huiyuan: they’re not pink! are you blind… (abrupt stop)
gringrin and later clarified that it was probably another case of the evil dyeing washing machine. haha. but i’d never forget the look on her face when she said ‘oh’. -amused-
first the worst,
second the best,
third the hairy princess.
fourth the boss,
fifth the golden eagle.
just remembered this nonsense rhyme which had popped up a lot during my lower primary school days. i had kinda a clique then, there was this guy we’d always bullied to be the ‘hairy princess’, and the ‘group leader’ among us opted to be the ‘golden eagle’ for some reason (rather than boss), and ‘first the worst’ was normally given to someone we were recently irritated by (like a teacher). so i was normally the ‘boss’ or the ‘best’. haha.
quick poll: would you rather be the best, the boss, or the ‘golden eagle’ (whatever that be)? assuming they’re separate entities (ie, the boss is not the best).
funnily enough (prob differing from most), i’d rather be the best than the boss. i dunno. personal satisfaction? maybe an employee, knowing that my capability surpasses the boss’s, but quite content to leave it that way. at least, my young undemanding mind thinks so. maybe i’d really give greater priority to the money when i’m older.
oh well. mull mull.
there is, in my book, a slight distinction between feeling lonely and feeling alone. although i can’t seem to quite put it in words. still, i’d know the difference when i encounter it.
sigh. it seems that in 2 years’ time, i will be in york, while a huge chunk of my good friends well be in london. UCL’s getting more attractive by the minute…
even then, i still believe in trying out new things (countryish life). plus the psychology at york is very much stronger. plus i can take linguistics in york rather than (shudder) literature.
xianna’s dad came into my dept for a meeting just now. in fact i was escorting the group of them from the entrance.
then he was like, “you’re Louis right?” so i stared at him and tried to place him. “you don’t remember me ah? from victoria right?”
then i realised it was Mr Hoe…
this is even weirder than that time Kian Seng (senior councillor) walked into my dept for a meeting!
i’m getting real bored with work. my actual vocation, in practice, is probably MINDEF forum moderator. although that’s definitely not an official thing.
basically i just sit at my com and surf the forums all day long… kinda boring actually cos discussions are quite limited… no criticism of SAF/govt and that type of thing. and since i was so free i volunteered to be a moderator. so now i’m one of the people making sure ppl dun criticise SAF/govt and that type of thing =P
yawn. 2 years more to go. i can literally feel the seconds being wasted away…
i’d better brush up on my ‘autopilot’ driving skills. must have been in half a dozen (ok, slight exaggeration) near-accidents already… gosh.
come to think of it, sunday (my first real drive) must have been exceptionally lucky, i don’t remember nearly-crashing all that much, and there wasn’t even an experienced driver around to help! wow. or more probably i was fully on ‘manual-pilot’ then.