as many of my friends know, yours truly has this gay fetish, that whatever books/manga/lj/films/serial dramas i consume contains at least an element of gayness in them, and if there isn't, i'll vividly imagine that there is. as a result, i keep many of such movies and stuff in my thumbdrive/notebook for portable entertainment, or possibly for health because yaoi to me is like insulin to diabetics.
i've decided that studying in yih is so much more efficient. i don't need to switch windows/programs if i want to alternate between work and slacking. i don't even need to have my laptop with me. i just need to look up or down, now isn't that convenient? gee.
AHAHAHAHAH!!! pwned the accounting test. score for ms again! uni papers rox! :D
life's routine lately (not boring, just routine), nothing much to blog on. freezing in YIH. think will come here more often. easy access to apple chips and hot tea-flavoured syrup. plus matthew is like always here, and he always has sweets :D i'd rate him ever so much better if he just smiled and wore his suspenders and didn't point to height scales in mrt stations and say things like, "oh, ms, look at that poster. i think you're big enough, you should ask cai wang to get you a farecard soon."
yesterday i was at yilynn's room doing the simpli project, and we started talking about our unit 3 essay instead. she said she wanted to do something along the lines of disney, and i was making some comments about how pixar has replaced disney as children 'classics' nowadays.
ms: seriously. count how many films pixar has come up with already that are all better than like, lion king 2. yilynn: toy story? ms: finding nemo. ms: shrek ms: monster inc. yilynn: incredibles? ms: yeah. ice age. though i thought ice age 2 sucked. yilynn: hmm... erm... yilynn: the hunk? ms:... ms: you mean the hulk? yilynn: isn't it the hunk?
hahahahahah!!! hahahahahahahah!!! XD
i nearly had internal bleeding trying not to laugh XD it was freaking funny! and she didn't get it! ROFL! pixar! the hunk!! XD omg i'm looking forward to it XDD
jiayi's blog makes me nostalgic!! *cries* i miss 68 and the bunch. made me remember so many things. here's from the good old days:
ripped from jiayi's blog though don't know where she got it from.
and here's from maf:
in which i have bad hair (when don't i?) and
in which i hadn't worn skirt for almost a year already and didn't really plan to start again.
felt very guilty about not joining the class for post-maf. really wanted to talk to them more, but jy wanted to go with oac. then i'd have felt stupid going back myself. bah. i miss hc :(
went out with the oac guys today to watch deathnote. much better than i expected, and the cliffhanger was really well done. the entire plot doesn't seem as intelligent put on screen, partly because so much was cut out, but the film adaptation is still interesting, and quite exciting.
actually i wouldn't have gone if i'd known it was all army guys talking about all army stuff and comparing their army misery.
and hey, because it's oac guys, of course of all the places and shops in suntec, we had to patronise the body shop 70% sale convention. they booked the whole hall to sell bathsoap, and there was so much space there were echos. mama joined us there and the guys bought nearly a hundred bucks worth of stuff.
there are no other guys like the oac ones. as ailin describes them, they are "er, endearing."
test what your hearing frequency is :) i couldn't get beyond 18khz, and didn't dare to test too high cos i watched too many psychotic movies that tell me my head will explode.
i never understand how girls dare to wear dresses with such thin straps. spag tops are okay, since they're snug and light, but dresses *drag down*, and they are *heavy*. imagine if the strap gets caught in/on something and snaps, either the entire dress will fall off, or at least one side will.
it'll be like SuperBowl! Janet Jackson (who's looking more and more like her brother - the power of genetics. or the power of denial, that the family plastic surgeon probably suffers involuntary and spontaneous hand convulsions) who popped a boob in delight and couldn't stuff it back quick enough. granted, her million dollar dress didn't snap, but the effects are probably the same. instead of SuperBowl, it was more like, wHOa, UberCup o_O.
everybody! uncles at the coffee shop, people walking to the mrt in the bloody morning, sec 1 kids in void decks, project mates, and even like, one entire country *somewhere to the south east*!
you really never know what you have until you lose it :(
never knew how encouraging and patient cai wang is until now :( haven't felt so lousy after training for a long time. but the team makes up for it :) very encouraging, esp mary wong, who tried to explain to me momentum and 'like that anyhow push and come up'. i realised last week this is why i can love polo so much. there's always this feeling of leaving no one behind. i feel. hope i'm not feeling wrong. don't think i am :)
will chiong hard so that one day i can help other people too.
love my coach love my team :) cai wang come back from china!!
finally finished essay. enlisted help of syaiful, of all people, to proof read, cos he's seems like he's very free. envy nsmen. much thanks. stayed up till 4 last night to finish so that can go for training today. end up too @_@, never finish. this morn after pool slot how spastic sit there dripping wet poring over McGinn. just finished editing, freezing in comp lab now. was right to wear shoes, although look like sec 1 kid. was about to happily close all windows and leave but realised haven't actually uploaded the final draft. how would that sound as an excuse... shagged beyond belief and ability to paragraph. training was weird. hand roll can right side but die die cannot left side, although i know it's the same. and our bus driver is so utterly motherly and funny you'll want to make him into a plushie and put him on display. cai wang rox!! XD
the previous post was supposed to be all about the mid-term test *scratches head* i've no idea how it turned out that way. please don't think meishi is so horny her only happiness in life is to ogle cute gay guys, although it may seem so from her blog. XD
actually managed to complete my entire fna 1002 accounting paper and have time to properly ogle the hot guy from my fna class! i think i told everyone i met, but he's tall, tanned, toned, has nice hair that is NOT spiked up and orange streaked like every other guy's, cute, hot, and wears dangling earrings! overslept for class again yesterday and didn't manage to check out his always changing earrings.
today it was minus 10 degrees in lt16 and he wore a black tank (it showed a LOT of skin) with boardshorts. when he stood up to pass the papers it was like wHOa o_o. seriously, straight guys just doesn't cut it as eye candies anymore. but the sad thing is, of all the places he could sit in class, he has to sit behind me. rah!
the year one girls have a coach called cai wang. he's the kind of person who will be suited for giving birth to and bringing up a lot of kids. we all love him for various reasons, some dubious, others more so, but he gets his hands on the most kick assing cars. he has also converted all of us into speaking chinese with him, although he denies any particular affinities to chinese. just now the girls who have gotten the hand roll were practising their stern dip, and he went like:
cw: *yells across pool* joey! joey, are you free? joey: why? cw: go cap them! the four of them! joey: cap them? cw: yes, and make sure xr doesn't scream! joey: ok! cw: *pause* cw: must save them also hoh!
ms: i think you're the kind of person who's suitable to give birth to lots of kids and mother them. cw: *gives distrusting Look* why? ms: because you're very motherly. cw: fatherly? ms: no, motherly. ms: *caps*
*later in car with wang li hong playing* ms: his songs nice meh? cheryl: (for some reason says) it's his concert, cai wang's concert cw: yah, yah, my concert. cheryl: *bursts out giggling* ms: what? cheryl: i was going to ask whether his concert will be the dong dong cheng type.
ROTFL XD
cw: next tues you girls will be on your own k? i'm going to like, china. ms: wah, don't angry lah! cw: no, no, really. someone else my friend will be coming to take over. cheryl: *bursts out giggling again* cw: ¬_¬ cheryl: i was going to ask whether he's called gong xi or fa cai.
in retrospect, maybe it's not so funny -_-; but really, it's the context, and the person. ahahahahah!!!
sometimes i wonder why people so incredibly dense are in USP. note that i'm saying dense out of politeness, because i actually mean stupid. and annoying.
it doesn't actually help any person's writing when you agree with other people's critiques of it and paraphrase what they said to substantiate your own insubstantial non-critique.
what i said a. -> i think this is not good because xXx. b. -> yes i agree with a, because XxX. c. -> i also think so. it should not be XXx. d. -> yes, i agree with the previous people. you should not write xxX.
much gratitute to the first person a for pointing out my carelessness of omission (of certain data). the rest of you, get a life, most posts doesn't mean higher grades.
another of my unchanging short-comings, stubbornness. i would rather slog through 20 texts and my own thoughts about the authors, about the topics, about the essay requirements, rather than ask for help.
now i understand why. i have to waste more time sorting through irrelevance.
which does not apply to all well-meaning help so graciously provided to my humble self, of course. i found many of pooja and eunice's comments helpful, among many other people's.
utterly TRAUMATISED at the pool yesterday when this lifeguard that i'm semi-acquainted with tried to FLIRT with me. would not have minded much if he had been one of those in training, but no, he is one of those i would have called UNCLE [name] before i came out to work and started operating on first name basis with adults.
GOD.
met him again just now when the team went out to chinatown. hid face behind paper lantern.
oh, outing was good, although only 4 of us year 1 girls plus 2 year 1 guys went, with the seniors. talked a lot of cock with cheryl. when trying to meet up with her, called her to ask her to come down to station, and the conversation went like this:
ms: hello hello hello hello hello? cheryl: hello? ms: ei ei ei we're going out of exit E now where are you? cheryl: huh? what exit E? ms: the mrt exit! exit E! cheryl: what exit E?? ms: huh? exit E lah! cheryl: what are you talking about?? ms: *looks at phone screen* ms: =_= oh shit called the wrong cheryl!!!
...called cheryl tan instead of polo cheryl. pengz.
was surfing through the sgboy forums and found this clip that was made a while back by first-time director and crew. it's a film adaptation of a true story about a JC boy who committed suicide because he fell in love with a straight guy. terrible accents and cliche plot. it watches like one of those school drama casted by those upstart new stars wannabe. but it's one of the first to come and try to portray the problem of gay teenage suicide in singapore, and for an amateur effort it's to be applauded, i think. can be found on youtube here:
on watching, in retrospect, i'm glad my friend didn't end up like chee kiong, whether or not i believed all the drama she put up. i know that if she really did jump, all of us who disbelieved would have been very ashamed. like, actually, ck's friends in the clips.
and if anything, the soundtrack was wonderful. the two songs, It's You and Beautiful, can be downloaded here:
they're composed and sung by a local amateur artist, but they're very good, esp Beautiful.
also, found the blog of the suicided teen. it's... very eerie. from his tone he sounded perfectly sane but very depressed and emotionally unstable. the last post before his suicide was the punchline... he sounded perfectly normal and like he sanely believed he was going to be better. wondered whether i should put a link, but decided against it.
i've always wondered how people can commit suicide, if they realise they have only one life, and all the things they haven't done yet.
the short film was shot in AJC, which one of the actors said was the only school willing to lend them their premises. meaning the suicided boy was not necessarily from AJ. his tones sounded more RJ, actually.
i keep seeing people who look like New Urban Male staff.
saw sy's brazillian paps and was totally won over, so much that i dragged jy with me assorted NUM outlets to use her 20% discount. did not buy any after all, because couldn't get a good size for the designs i like. but probably also because i wasn't looking, the sales people were most distracting.
i mean, i've passed by NUM lots of times and never once walked in, so that day when i did it was like, whoa.
2 sales assistants: hello, welcome to NUM. *smiles*. ms: o_o *stares* *gapes* *stares higher* *stares lower* assistants: *smiles* *a little less* ms: *surreptitiously clutches havianas and breathes* assistant: er. can i help you ma'am? ms: *half in slippers rack* i really don't know how to respond to that, darling.
okay, maybe it didn't happen exactly that way. but you get the idea. perhaps i will visit more often, with cheryl from polo, who agrees with me that it's a blissful place to shop at.
then there was an encounter once at the orchard mrt station. was with huishan and emily, i was draped over yellow Today box, and i happened to be directly opposite this really really really pretty (and hot) guy who was lounging against this much envied pillar. we were talking about my blog i think (and this is the first time it actually hits me that people actually READ this thing, and i won't know who they are unless they tag!) and i was defending myself and my intelligence. oh, and that conversation about confession was NOT a recent thing. whatever made you stupid girls think they are... it's a fond memory, treasured in the manner of how you remember when you lost your first tooth. (if your dirty little mind happened to be wondering, i was not going to say virginity.) so we were talking and i was looking (the yellow box shielded me) and i thought i'll share my happiness, cos you know, that's what friends do.
ms: hey. look behind you. *calm* hs: *turns in wrong direction* look what? ms: no, the other way. hs: *turns in wrong direction* what? look what? ms: no, no. that pillar. there. one o'clock. hs: what's with the pillar. ms: not the PILLAR. the guy. quite cute. hs: omg ms you are so... UHHH! (not paraphrasing, she really said UHHH! in italics) ms: what? hs: you're so superficial! ms: hey hey, i was just looking. everybody looks. hs: i wasn't looking. em: she means you don't have to say it out to show your... superficiality. ms: well, what's wrong with looking? (seriously, what's wrong??) hs: it's just! UHHH! *silence* em: actually, i noticed too. just that i didn't say it out. ms: HAH. see? everybody looks! hs: well, not- ms: omg huishan don't block! hs: huh, what, oh, FINE!
didn't' blog that day although wanted to. met up with za, who's surely getting herself not seen in london crowds now. later that night went to sleepover at shim's house for the first time in... what, 12 years?
hmm yeah. cute guys are just everywhere besides nus. yesterday saw a really bohemian one on the train. very lean body, not much visible muscles, but very tanned and glowing. was wearing sleeveless and torn jeans, had orange-brown hair in a very short ponytail. very hard to describe, but my first thought was "oh. bottom." feels a little like xiao zhu XD
so um. shall stick to staking out the pool toilet and try to get a picture of the cute girl XD maybe should just ask jun kiak to get one for me...
