bought a lollipop from ntuc today, the giant type about the size of my palm. went around licking it in an attemp to finish it in one day. cannot lah, it's damn big. got up to the point where my tongue started to bleed. when my cousin saw it she thought it was the dye from the lolly itself because my whole touge was red. ouch. it's a good thing i rather like the taste of blood. so had a hard time trying to eat dinner, especially the curry.
lesson learned today: never eat curry when your tongue is bleeding. or put curry on any open wound for that matter.
Saturday, December 20, 2003
am blogging on my sister's lap top. yes, my home computer's down, (again!) but at least i'm not one of those who're dependent on the com, sure i can live without it. gets a bit piss-offing at some times but is ok.
as you have gathered, my sister's home, yay! she only comes back about once a year, think my parents so rich is it? can send her back and forth? she hasn't changed very much, of which i am happy to say. she does weird things sometimes though, like sticking her hand out the window before going out, to check the temperature because she's so used to having to do things like that in london. there sure is odd weather over there.
yay! have just watched return of the king! actually was supposed to see it with eldred but he went for the freaking GALA PREMIER so i brought my sister instead. damn, the movie is good! the trilogy is something everyone should watch at least once. am going to borrow eldred's FotR and TT when he gets them back. anyone up for a marathon? have to say though, i am very sad it's all over. an epic adventure to end all adventures has been made by the genius who goes by the name of peter jackson. somebody, give this guy an oscar!
i've had so many things to blog down, especially since with the crazy computer that's gone down (again!). but i can't seem to remember it all now. oh yes, nearly forgot to mention. steph came up with the brilliant idea of doing CIP hours this month for next year, so that we don't have to squeze them in during our practicals. so now i'm rushing through 36 hours of kettling down at orchard mrt. if you don't know what that is, it's the salvation army ringing bell thing. can get damn boring after 2, maybe 3 hours or so but it's rather fun people watching lah, it's a good spot for it after all. there're also the random few people one of us know who stop by (well duh, it's orchard mrt after all...) who want to ring the bell and just talk to us for a few minutes. i reckon we see someone we know or an ij girl and average of every hour or so.
oh yes. was supposed to say something about clay aiken's album? got it when mum got her david tao cd. he (aiken, not tao) can sing fantastically well. but he has really odd songwriters. i don't know why they don't want to write something that can show the extent of his talent, i mean how far can ballads go? by the way, he's working with the same people who work with westlife...
am having a very bad sore throat. couldn't sing for carolling today, sometimes had to switch down to the alto part (the bits that i know lah, in any case) because got a lot of notes i cannot reach. so it's a good thing i'm standing at the extreme side of my section, right next to an alto. for the past couple of days people can only hear 3 words out of a sentence that i say, it's that bad. on the phone it's worse. and erm, i seem to have passed it on to my sister. opps.
on a more serious note, everyone please pray for amelia's mother, who passed away recently. let us hope that she may find peace. you know, i once read somewhere that there's this legend about death. death is a person so heartbreakingly beautiful that once you see death, you fall in love so hard that your soul is pulled out through your eyes. that's an interesting way to go, to say the least.
as you have gathered, my sister's home, yay! she only comes back about once a year, think my parents so rich is it? can send her back and forth? she hasn't changed very much, of which i am happy to say. she does weird things sometimes though, like sticking her hand out the window before going out, to check the temperature because she's so used to having to do things like that in london. there sure is odd weather over there.
yay! have just watched return of the king! actually was supposed to see it with eldred but he went for the freaking GALA PREMIER so i brought my sister instead. damn, the movie is good! the trilogy is something everyone should watch at least once. am going to borrow eldred's FotR and TT when he gets them back. anyone up for a marathon? have to say though, i am very sad it's all over. an epic adventure to end all adventures has been made by the genius who goes by the name of peter jackson. somebody, give this guy an oscar!
i've had so many things to blog down, especially since with the crazy computer that's gone down (again!). but i can't seem to remember it all now. oh yes, nearly forgot to mention. steph came up with the brilliant idea of doing CIP hours this month for next year, so that we don't have to squeze them in during our practicals. so now i'm rushing through 36 hours of kettling down at orchard mrt. if you don't know what that is, it's the salvation army ringing bell thing. can get damn boring after 2, maybe 3 hours or so but it's rather fun people watching lah, it's a good spot for it after all. there're also the random few people one of us know who stop by (well duh, it's orchard mrt after all...) who want to ring the bell and just talk to us for a few minutes. i reckon we see someone we know or an ij girl and average of every hour or so.
oh yes. was supposed to say something about clay aiken's album? got it when mum got her david tao cd. he (aiken, not tao) can sing fantastically well. but he has really odd songwriters. i don't know why they don't want to write something that can show the extent of his talent, i mean how far can ballads go? by the way, he's working with the same people who work with westlife...
am having a very bad sore throat. couldn't sing for carolling today, sometimes had to switch down to the alto part (the bits that i know lah, in any case) because got a lot of notes i cannot reach. so it's a good thing i'm standing at the extreme side of my section, right next to an alto. for the past couple of days people can only hear 3 words out of a sentence that i say, it's that bad. on the phone it's worse. and erm, i seem to have passed it on to my sister. opps.
on a more serious note, everyone please pray for amelia's mother, who passed away recently. let us hope that she may find peace. you know, i once read somewhere that there's this legend about death. death is a person so heartbreakingly beautiful that once you see death, you fall in love so hard that your soul is pulled out through your eyes. that's an interesting way to go, to say the least.
Monday, December 08, 2003
Travelling in London is like a game of russian roulette. You never know what you're in for when you step out the door. You might die on the subway, get your pocket picked, or meet a famous person. Drunk and homeless people assault you with their fragrant personality, very tall black models puff on suspicious smelling sticks, rats run up your leg.
Maybe I am speaking as a Sanitized Singaporean, but sometimes, I just wanna be home.
One encounter of note:
'Happy Belated birthday!'
*nods dumbly*
'Could you make this out to Victoria?'
'How do you spell that?'
' I wasn't aware there was an alternative way to spell Victoria'
'You'd be surprised, the Jennifers spelt J-E-N-I-F-F-E-R, the Daves spelt D-A-E-V, the Amys with an E..'
'I suppose it takes all sorts...'
'Yes... where are you from?'
'Singapore, you were meant to be there but didn't go?'
'Yes, Dave McKean and I had an important meeting for MirrorMask.. but I really want to go there... I hear the food is amazing'
'Yes! My sister was so disappointed'
'I'll be sure to go when I have a chance'
*hands my endless nights back*
'Thank you!'
Now that kinda makes it all worth it.
Maybe I am speaking as a Sanitized Singaporean, but sometimes, I just wanna be home.
One encounter of note:
'Happy Belated birthday!'
*nods dumbly*
'Could you make this out to Victoria?'
'How do you spell that?'
' I wasn't aware there was an alternative way to spell Victoria'
'You'd be surprised, the Jennifers spelt J-E-N-I-F-F-E-R, the Daves spelt D-A-E-V, the Amys with an E..'
'I suppose it takes all sorts...'
'Yes... where are you from?'
'Singapore, you were meant to be there but didn't go?'
'Yes, Dave McKean and I had an important meeting for MirrorMask.. but I really want to go there... I hear the food is amazing'
'Yes! My sister was so disappointed'
'I'll be sure to go when I have a chance'
*hands my endless nights back*
'Thank you!'
Now that kinda makes it all worth it.
Monday, December 01, 2003
couldn't go for band today. was too painful, as woke up with period cramps. yarh, the cramps actually woke me up a couple of times during the night/morning. got up to get warm drink and that funky herbal pillow that you microwave and can stay hot for hours but couldn't find it. gave up and wet a towel with warm water and put it in a plastic bag then went to sleep again, hugging that.
when i got up, i realised that the stupid forfeit i had to do yesterday at choir camp (write 'christus laudatur voce' with my arse) really took a toll on my thigh muscles, now they ache. it feels like i ran 2.4km without warming up. when i walk or climb the stairs i've got to re-distribute my weight between both feet so now am looking as if i'm a bit drunk 'cos it results in a rather unsteady gait.
the camp itself was fun though. had good company, nice house (except for the mosquitoes) and great food. kudos to stephanie's mum, auntie maria, who cooked food for us. her spiced ribs brought the house down!
wish i could stay for the whole thing, but either way couldn't have because of cramps and band. really wanted to go for band today too but that's a bit difficult since i couldn't come down the stairs properly in the morning.
ok, have to go now. yay! my sister's coming back next week :)
when i got up, i realised that the stupid forfeit i had to do yesterday at choir camp (write 'christus laudatur voce' with my arse) really took a toll on my thigh muscles, now they ache. it feels like i ran 2.4km without warming up. when i walk or climb the stairs i've got to re-distribute my weight between both feet so now am looking as if i'm a bit drunk 'cos it results in a rather unsteady gait.
the camp itself was fun though. had good company, nice house (except for the mosquitoes) and great food. kudos to stephanie's mum, auntie maria, who cooked food for us. her spiced ribs brought the house down!
wish i could stay for the whole thing, but either way couldn't have because of cramps and band. really wanted to go for band today too but that's a bit difficult since i couldn't come down the stairs properly in the morning.
ok, have to go now. yay! my sister's coming back next week :)