Singapore tour

Wednesday, November 23, 2005
I think I should be going on a tour of Singapore tomorrow and Friday. It's a totally bo liao thing to do, done by bo liao people like me who have nothing better to do anyway.

The purpose of going is to see what tourists see of Singapore, because I suspect that there is a rather different viewpoint.

It is going to be pretty weird for me, since one of the tours brings me to Parkway Parade, and I think I go there at least once a week. I'd just like to know what they say about the place.

Then afterwards, if I'm not happy with the tour, I'll go shoot some long letter somewhere.

At least it'll give me something to do for a few days. I hope.

FAM

Friday, November 18, 2005
FAM was a once in a lifetime thing, because I don’t suppose I’ll ever be 16 again, I’ll ever be in RGS as a student again, and I don’t suppose an all-girl environment is that easy to come by again. So this event deserves a supremely long entry.

I warned you.

Now that I think of it, FAM was highly amusing. And as much as I was dreading all the extra trouble that came with it, it was still relatively interesting.

What I found especially amusing was at Simei, Neeti came in, for some reason or other stared at me, and had this “OMG WTH” look on her face. What she was thinking I really don’t know.

I went to find Sheena at 4 plus at the hotel, and we bo liao-ed together for about 30 min I think. That is, of course after she finished laughing at me, and I finished laughing at her.

Sheena had this wonderfully short black thing which she said was her dress. There were 2 possibilities to me, either it was just damn short (which it turned out to be), or it was just because Sheena was erm, rather vertically challenged. I think it turned out to be a combination of both.

Then yx called and said that she was coming and so we went down. And then we realised that she wasn’t actually there yet. Yeah, and when yx saw us, she had a good laugh. But we laughed at her shoes also.

We got hungry and called Zhao and company to buy food for us because we were not about to go down orchard road in that state. Yeah, state is a good description. Zhao and company were doing their hair at Far East.

Then they came back with food, and interesting hair. Especially Lou’s. Because it’s already naturally messy, and after that it turned out to be, well, messier. So we had further laughs, all around. Rather fair in that sense.

So people changed into their dresses one by one and I was amused. But I suppose everyone else was amused by me too.

Zhao’s dress amused me because of it’s price.

Lou’s dress’ price didn’t really amuse me, but the price of her shawl shocked me. It cost more than my dress.

Xin Miao’s dress didn’t really make me gasp.

Sheena’s dress was, short. There was very little cloth. And it turns out that the less cloth there is, the more the item costs! It’s absolutely not value for money.

Yx’s dress.. I didn’t really expect her to buy it but she liked it and so she did in the end. She spent her time sitting in a rather not-ladylike-way, and pulling it up.

Juliet’s dress was okay I suppose.

Later when Lyn came in, the back and the butterflies made me laugh. Then I discovered that it wasn’t even a dress. But it did look like one.

M’s dress later was what I had expected, but you see, she had been going on about her arms being fat (and I didn’t exactly agree with her) but she insisted they were. So she brought this shawl thing.

Hamsie’s dress was the cheapest of the lot! And her $2 shawl put Lou to shame. After all, a shawl is indeed just a piece of cloth with a little trimming.

On a random note, heels suck.

Zhao successfully got makeup on yx. Everyone was amused. I suppose yx was having weird resisting thoughts, expressed through the guttural sounds she kept spewing.

Sorry yx, but I think there’s no way you can get out of that sort of thing unless you’re a guy (who is not a S.N.A.G or a metrosexual), or you live in the Stone Age or something.

Prom itself was an affair which I didn’t really expect to be the way it was.

I hardly recognised people, and I had to look twice to remember who they were. I suppose it probably was the same the other way round with me.

We registered and got this bag thing which was filled with various things. I didn’t actually realise that the bag was filled with things until later, but that’s just me. There were 2 mentos sweets, and yx asked if that was a hint. Then there was this cute animal clip thing, and I got a white rabbit. Yx got a black rabbit. M got a cat. It suited her perfectly. xm and zm got Dalmatians. So much for all that.

Zhao, Xin Miao, Jia Ying and me sat down at Table 31, because we were assigned to sit there. I think it’s quite stupid to go for prom and sit with people other than your classmates. Thankfully the rest of them were nearby and we moved around a lot.

I had a look at the prospective menu (which shouldn’t really be called a menu because that implies choice, which I don’t supposed we had), and the menu (or list) reminds me of a Chinese wedding dinner. The choice of stuff was roughly around there.

I hardly ate and I spent most of my time drinking F&N orange drink (which was diluted and I didn’t really like it but I drank it anyway).

In between eating (or in my case, drinking diluted F&N), I moved around to the other tables and said hi to people and the camera came in rather handy.

I do suppose I did shock several people, including Mrs Chew. She commented that it was probably the most feminine state in which she had seen me in, ever, or something to that effect.

I think that she’s probably right, because it was most likely the most feminine state I have ever been in the last 8 years.

After watching performances and speeches and all the rest of it, as well as taking over 100 photos, we decided to go back and crash Ju, Lyn, zm, xm, cna’s hotel room. Hung around there for a while, and I couldn’t stand the heels and the dress anymore. So I got rid of both.

In due course, we decided to take a walk to Cine to try book tickets for HP the midnight show. But we were not successful at all. They said that HP was fully booked for 3 days straight. Oh well.

Walked to Lido and Lyn’s heels were understandably killing her. We reached and discovered that it was closed. So we decided to take a really short cab ride to the Swensens at Crown Prince to eat ice cream and make ourselves happier. As luck would have it, the usually 24/7 Swensens happened to be closed just that night. Great timing. I think they planned it. So we ended up in the Cheers at Cine instead.

In cheers, we bought ice cream, chips, drinks.. and we discovered cheap thrill ice cream. It’s this cheap ice cream which comes in 2 flavours, strawberry and chocolate. Juliet started it. She bought a tube of cheap thrill ice cream for $1.50 and she proceeded to carry out the cheap thrill.

The cheap thrill is basically this structure with a lever and you stick the tube of ice cream into this slot and pull the lever down. Of course you’ve got to place a cup below the opening of the slot where you put the ice cream and collect the ice cream which basically has just been pressed and nothing spectacular has happened to it. Had you eaten it out of the tube, it would have tasted exactly the same. However, the proceedings of transferring the ice cream from one container to another is rather amusing and fun. Hence the name “cheap thrill”. Of course that is not the real name. Please don’t sue me.

After Juliet proclaimed that the cheap thrill ice cream actually tasted nice above the cheap thrill itself, I decided to follow suit and was subsequently joined by yx. So we had 3 people eating cheap thrill ice cream and everyone laughing at us as we carried out the transfer-the-ice-cream-from-one-container-to-another operation (which of course was absolutely pointless).

I just have to mention that walking down Orchard Road at past midnight is an experience in itself. It’s empty, for one, and there are weird characters around. Four girls in makeup and interesting hair are sure to attract attention, though, so I’m not sure if the weird characters show up otherwise.

Upon reaching the hotel, we first had a problem with the lift. The card wouldn’t read and therefore the floor couldn’t be pressed. So after a trip to the reception, the problem was solved. And we went up. But as usual, one bad thing will be followed by another, and the next thing we knew was that the card couldn’t open the door to the room.

So while Ju and Hams went down again, we just sat there and camped outside the hotel room. It must have been quite a sight, and I think we looked like overdressed refugees.

After 2 trips and a bit of luck, the door decided to open. So we happily went in.

Ate and watched TV, then I enlisted the help of Ju and M to get all the 30-odd pins out of my hair. I counted them afterwards, that’s how I know.

After all the pins were out, everything still pretty much stayed in place, because, everything was hard as rock. I tried combing it and gave up so I went and washed it all out and was a whole lot happier. Everyone started undoing everything and all the makeup came off. Most of it anyway.

Then time to go home.

At home watched a French show, and I fell asleep somewhere into the second disk.

I regained consciousness around 9 the next morning and decided that I should just go back to sleep. Yx woke up at around 10 and I decided to wake up too, followed by M. Then we watched another show. M went home. Yx and I watched the first disk of yet another show. Yx went home. I went upstairs. I used the computer. I got really bored. Then it was dinner time. And I watched another different show. And I came back to the computer and decided to type this hideously long thing out.

If you’ve read until here, I admire your stamina. Really.

Anyway the photos can be found here: http://rh.gfoto.com. Go to “detailed list” and it’s under the FAM folder. Yeah.

(If you had to know, it was 1747 words, not including these last 3 sentences. I typed it out in Microsoft Word for fear of losing the entry had I used Blogger instead. It does have a nasty habit of making entries disappear.)

Thursday, November 10, 2005

For some reason, I've been reading song lyrics, and I think that some of them make quite a lot of sense. Right now I'm still dwelling over this particular one:

"At what point did you realise
That everybody loves your life but you"

I think I told yx about it the day before yesterday, when I first noticed it.

Well, maybe the grass is always greener on the other side.

I know for me that it's definately quite the case, because the whole year people have been telling me how lucky I was to skip the O levels and stuff, and I was thinking, yeah right, options aren't much more fun anyway, especially since I got certain stuff which I don't particularly like. And I much rather study for Chinese than stay back until 6.30 for options. I think it's only recently that I've started thanking RP. I would never be going to RJC otherwise. And how I got into RGS is still a great mystery to myself anyway, so I guess I am quite lucky.

I was also thinking about what I should with my future. I read Yimei's blog right here, I haven't taken the time to link it properly yet, but she was talking about getting old. Tell me about it. I know I'm younger, but I still feel rather old. But I think I've already blabbered about getting old just before my birthday earlier this year.

Reminds me of the quote which I stuffed somewhere in some other entry in this blog some time ago.

"Youth is wasted on the young
Before you know it's come and gone
Too soon"

Yeah, too soon, indeed. (Actually I think those were my exact words in the other entry, if I remember correctly.)

When I'm 30, will I think about being 16? I wonder what I'll be doing then.

This is seriously going to turn philosophical soon.

Oh, one last thing.

Cirucmstance. How do you prounce that?

The question here is in the stance.

Do you say it like you say 'for instance' or like 'take a stance'?

I hope you understand me.

Circum-st-en-ce
or
Circum-st-an-ce?

I don't know if there's a British/American thing here.

And Cynthia, if you're reading this, my list of words has grown. So I'm going to read them to you the next time I see you, and you're going to have to listen to it.


4/11/2005 Photos in school

Sunday, November 06, 2005
I got irritated with blogger's photo uploading system, because it took forever and still failed to upload a lot of picts. So I compiled them together into one nice thing, which you can go click on, save, and zoom in to read the captions and appreciate the photos properly. This are only the ones taken in school, I think the class dinner one will have to come tomorrow. It's a little late now.


4/11/2005

I know this is a little late, but I really didn’t feel like writing yesterday or earlier today.

A lot of things have happened, I guess, and I don’t really know what to think.

As the title says, 4 November 2005. The last day of secondary school for my life. I don’t know if that’s good or bad, but I can’t do anything about it whether I want to or not.

So basically we went to school, went through the usual things which we had to do because the school said we had to, and then went out, met people, and later had dinner at Suntec Swensens, where Mr Chia came, and later Mrs Chew came too, with her 2 kids in tow. The conclusion was something around the fact that cuteness runs in the family.

I have nothing to say anymore, and since pictures speak more than words, I guess I’ll let them do the talking.























Come Undone

Saturday, November 05, 2005
A song I was just listening to and thinking about the mess in my life right now, some of you know what I'm thinking and what's bothering me, and I think the lyrics make lots and lots of sense. There are a few bad words, but if you take it in the right mood, it should be okay.

Come Undone (Robbie Williams)

So unimpressed, but so in awe
Such a saint, but such a whore
So self aware, so full of shit
So indecisive, so adamant
I'm contemplating thinking about thinking
It's overrated, just get another drink in
Watch me come undone

They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street
Pray that when I'm coming down you'll be asleep
If I ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet
Because I'm scum
And I'm your son
I come undone
I come undone

So rock and roll, so corporate suit
So damn ugly, so damn cute
So well trained, so animal
So need your love, so fuck you all
I'm not scared of dying I just don't want to
If I stopped lying I'd just disappoint you
I come undone
They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street
I pray that when I'm coming down you'll be asleep
If I ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet
Because I'm scum
And I'm your son
I've come undone

So write another ballad
Mix it on a wednesday
Sell it on a thursday
Buy a yacht by saturday
It's a love song
A love song
Do another interview
Sing a bunch of lies
Tell about celebrities that I despise
And sing love songs
We sing love songs
So sincere

They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street
Pray that when I'm coming down you'll be asleep
If I ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet
Because I'm scum
I'm your son
I've come undone
I've come undone

Cycling

Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Yesterday I hope I took the last ever Chinese exam of my life. Of course, it's only a hope, but it's still a hope and it's always there for me to hope for. I really hope I pass.

Anyway, today at the nice time of 9 in the morning, I was supposed to meet Manori at Parkway Macs to go cycling with XM at East Coast. And yx, being the lazy pok she is, refused to come in favour of her bed, her air con, and her computer(s).

Anyway after lots of blah which I am way too lazy to write here, we finally rented a bike at 10.15. The bike actually cost $5/hour but the guy was willing to give us the bike for 3 hours if we paid $10. So we took it, since it was the same for 2 or 3 hours. Just as well, because we later took over 2 hours.

Cycling towards the Bedok side of East Coast was relatively fun, although there was, as usual, the usual influx of (incompetent and competent) cyclists. I only began to think about what I'd do if I was in charge of National Parks when we were going in the Fort Road direction. And while I was formulating the various ideas, I spent my time dodging little kids, trying to predict when they would stop and when they would veer left or right, and also wondering where their parents were.

So basically, if I had my way, I'd ban all vehicles with anything more than 2 wheels from riding on the cycling trail. The exception would be roller blades, but then, I don't really think those are considered vehicles. This means that tricycles and erm, quadcycles (those with 2 extra wheels at the back for balance) will not be allowed. Actually, my original idea included anything with a wheel rim size of below 16" to be banned from the trail, but then I thought better of it.

The advantage of doing such a thing would be that the track would be filled with more competent cyclists. This would make cycling a much more enjoyable matter, and also reduce the risk of accidents.

Children are generally very unpredictable, and they have this annoying habit of stopping in the middle of nowhere with no warning whatsoever, causing you to brake in order to avoid crashing into them, and risking the person behind you crashing into you instead. Either that, or they think there are virtual cones (or for that matter, mines) on the road which they just have to avoid, and this results in them cycling in a manner which increases their risk of falling off the bike, and also causes the people behind them to ring their bells or shout more than necessary.

I blame the parents for letting the children become a hazard to themselves and others. If the child somehow hurts himself/herself, if there is another (older) cyclist involved, I really pity that cyclist. I say that because it's happened to me before.

I was cycling happily and there was this kid who must have been something like 5, in front of me, and I was still happily behind him, and out of the blue he decided to stop for whatever good or bad reason(s). Oh, and the parents happened to be walking on the cycling track, talking among themselves, you know, the usual auntie talk. They were not paying attention to the welfare of their child at all.

Needless to say, when the kid stopped, I braked to try to avoid hitting him, and I succeeded, stopping probably a couple of centimetres away from his bike. I was going to go around him when the person behind me crashed into me, obviously unable to stop in time.

This resulted in a chain reaction which resulted in my bike hitting into the kid's bike, abeit not really hard, because I did try to stop it hitting. I didn't fall off my bike because my legs were on the floor, keeping the bike steady. And crash, my bike nudges the kid's bike, (which had 4 wheels, btw), and the kid has a really bad sense of balance or something, so he falls off the bike. The bike didn't fall, he did.

So then the person behind me apologises, disappears, and leaves me with those irate parents. Smart guy. I should have just run (I mean, cycled) off. Go use your imagination to figure out what happened afterwards.

But children and their parents are not the only culprits. Another big culprit would be couples, whether they are in love or not. For some weird reason, they seem to enjoy walking hand in hand down the sides, or sometimes, the middle of the cycling path. The footpath is less than 2 metres away, but they are so madly in love that it has made them blind, and therefore they do not see the footpath, or the cyclists and bladers.

I think that couples, or sometimes groups are bigger obstructions than, say, a tree in the middle of the path. This is because the tree is there, you can see it, you can avoid it. Whereas when it comes to people, you can see it, you try to avoid it, but they don't see you, and they smartly walk right into your path. After which, the aftermath depends a lot on luck.

And finally, there are those people who come to East Coast park to learn to cycle / rollerblade / hold hands / whatever. What I really have yet to figure out is why there are people willing to teach you to roller blade, but not to cycle.

To me at least, cycling is harder than roller blading. This is because, roller blades are worn on your feet, and you can keep your balance quite easily even the first time round. Although there are usually 8 wheels in total, they are lined up and this creates a nice thing for you to balance on. Whereas in cycling, you have to balance on 2 wheels, and pedal, and use the brakes at the same time. I know I took longer to cycle than to roller blade.

I suggest to the National Parks Board to please, please, come up with learn-to-cycle tracks, specially for this purpose. This will create a conducive environment for the learners, as well as the more seasoned cyclists, as they do not have to constantly avoid them while trying to cycle on the main track.

I specifically avoided mentioning bladers above, as although I believe that they too, need a place to learn, they can learn at any place with a sufficent amount of flat surface. I think there is one such place near Marine Cove.

In case you were wondering, I learnt to cycle and blade outside my house. It's quite a good place.

So, well, cycling today was relatively fun, except for the abovementioned things. Other than that, the slopes were nice, except that there usually were people stuck trying to get up, or coming down too slowly.

Still, with the size of Singapore and the possiblities available, I think I'll still be going back there pretty soon.