Slacker Post!

Every year spent in an educational institute seems to sap up some of my will to study. I must have lost all will since secondary two. I've got an examination tomorrow but yet I don't feel the pressure to study hard for it. I think this is what they call Attainment of Nirvana in a State of Slack.

I Thank the Very First Person Who Decided to Blog.

I was reading all the past 9P entries and I thought it was funny how I wrote 2 years ago so I stole it off the 9P blog and put it on my own haha. I mean, how random is "eating orange peels for meals"?



So, since our last post in 2006, here I am once again in 2008, (we can pretend we all had time lapses, and the last two years we spent in outer space not knowing we've been eating orange peel for meals) trying to bring a little semblance of activity back into the blog. (: Kudos to me for effort. Oh man I am so thick-skinned sometimes. "Only sometimes," I insist.

SO! If you actually read this, write an entry to let me know that you still read this godforsaken (yes godforsaken, but sainotforsaken) blog. Hahaha I know dg occasionally drops by to tag. Check out the tag board man, she left a tag in 2007 proudly proclaiming that she'd tagged the first tag of 2008. I LAUGHED when I saw the tag can. Maybe dg secretly moves forward and backward in time. And that spawned a First Tag of the Year thread. How retarded can we get la.

Ha I emailed you guys invites to be authors in this blog. It was weird cause blogger asked me to sign in with a google account but there was difficulty creating a new account so I used my gmail account, don't mind okay? Check your email! (:

Hehheh I am supposed to be working on my editing files now and I am so far behind my work schedule but anyway a short update on today's prata outing!

jas, mel and I met for prata at the usual bukit timah prata shop for lunch. AND OH guess what, I saw a certain Girl Guide teacher surnamed Loh on the bus today and I got the creeps la. I was asking mel if I should do something to her, but I decided that I'm a nice person and nice people don't bear grudges so I very nicely alighted without giving her head a hard push. So anyway, we had prata, and they ate boring pratas. jas ate like cheese mushroom prata (not so boring prata) and mel had cheese prata and egg prata( boring pratas. don't tell mel i said that. i think she won't read this ho ho ho). I, on the other hand, had cheese prata and prata PISANG (like PISAI can. oh man i am so childish) which is banana prata and they had the cheek to discriminate my banana prata. I liked it, but they obviously didn't. hahaha. But what matters is I liked it.

And then we had difficulty deciding where to go after the meal. And we finally decided to go to Island Creamery like after an hour. So off to IC it was, and did I mention that the weather was sweltering hot? urgh. It was. And the walk from the bus stop to the place was pretty lengthy. But we cooled off in the aircon at the Creamery so it wasn't that bad. Oh we spotted Jil in a photograph on the wall in the ice cream place. Okay random. Mel and I leeched off their free water supply that by right jas was the only legitimate one who was entitled to drink from because she was the only one who bought ice cream. I wanted to but I was broke. ): But I just got my cheque banked in and soon I will be rich!

So anyway, jas finished her ice cream and we made our way to Queensway Shopping Centre. Haha. The bus ride there was super fun la. The bus 93 didn't have aircon, and when it arrived at the bus stop the two of them were like, "EHH!! Now still got bus no aircon one meh?! The bus fare got cheaper not?" Made me feel like I was the only one who wasn't a suaku. Waherm.
So anyway, jas bought pretty, bling Nike shoes at Queensway! Was a steal really, value for money, good buy. We left the place at about 6 pm and took 61 back to bukit timah. The bus ride home was priceless. We had intellectual discussions about unsightly sleeping positions of commuters and various other topics. (:

I had a good time today, as usual when I am out with the 9Ps. Oh and wt agrees that this blog should be revamped because we are all mature young adults now, and pink really is a frivolous youth's colour. And wt thinks that our minds are all in the gutter because we have names like 'sai' and 9'pee'. Ah well. We aren't frivolous youths, so we should have an image revamp. I know dg is dying to do up the blog, right dg? Haha. Okay that's it for now la huh. I've got editing to do. URGH. Someone put me out of my misery. ):

Not that I'm exactly miserable. (:

Love, sai.



I laughed at fellow-minnah-skippy's entries too, and melmel's "very first (and pretty much only) entry!" mostly because they brought back extremely fond memories, some of which I had cleanly forgotten. (It made me realise that we were ALWAYS into Amazing Race, even when we were younger haha!) It's all very nice, I like the way we were, and i like the way we are. Even though I think we can still spend more time together. Nowadays when we meet it's all about art and craft HAHA. But it's undeniably fun. Even though we aren't as rowdy and crazy as we used to be, oh scratch that, i got reminded that we can still get very rowdy at times haha.

I have come to realise how fragile human relationships, especially friendships, can be. I admit that I don't put in that much efforts in friendships that I have made in the past few years because somewhere along the way, priorities have shifted. I am still looking to set that right, and in general to set my life right because these people matter to me. They do, I just don't show it as readily as I used to.

When I was in secondary school I was all about friends, like if there were silly memes that had questions like "who is more important, friends or family?" I would answer friends without hesitation. But at the age of 21, this has changed, and I am all about family now. Maybe it's because somewhere in my head something clicked when I saw that my dad now has saggy skin and white hairs on his head which I had never noticed before, and that everytime my mom gets up from the floor she has to support herself on the ottoman because of the pain in both her knees. When I look at my dad I subconsciously compare him to the image I have of him in his younger days, where he had thick black hair, lean muscles and a flat belly. When I look at my mom I compare her to when she had clear rosy skin and could walk for long periods of time.

I wonder where my younger parents have gone, and I wish they would come back. But every day that dawns I am faced with the effects of irreversible time, and I am reminded every day that age is fast catching up with my parents. I am scared stiff by the prospect of watching them age and eventually pass away, and when I think of this there is that heaviest weight on my heart that makes it sink to a new depth every day that passes. I don't think I can continue anymore so I shall stop.

People in Life III

Quite some time ago, I met a man called Mr Loh.
He was an unscrupulous business man, and I felt like one of the black pieces in his business plan,
contributing to its growth in the small ways in which my role was mapped.

This Mr Loh always wore ties with tacky prints,
and trousers that seemed 2 sizes too big, and when he walked he strutted, and
he told all the black pawn pieces that he had cctvs in the store such that he could observe us from his house when he was not around.
His eye glasses were bifocal, and he always wore them near the tip of his nose.
When he looked at you he hardly blinked, and the only time he smiled
was when customers were about.

This man wasn't the best of bosses, but he was extremely acute:
his acumen for business is as sharp as a shark's tooth.
He played the customers like white pieces, and pitted us against them.
He only made his appearance when he deemed the customer worthy of his time and vile manipulation,
and you could be sure there was only one thing on his mind, or three if you prefer: It was always about the money, money, money.
Other times he couldn't be bothered and acted through his weaker business partner,
a chubby, dark complexioned man whose name sounded like Hester.

When Loh said he wanted to help you, that's when you should be cautious.
You could easily fall into the trap he spins with words to lure you in.
The lies he made us tell the white pieces were to be said with smiles,
he planted more lies among us, which almost made our friendships sour.
I'm only glad I got out fast because I could have been in a worse-off disposition
if I didn't have the foresight to ignore his dubious promises of flexible working hours and increased weekend wages.

Acute Businessman Loh, I'm glad to have met you -- at least you made me see the dark side of business and possible untrustworthiness of the people behind it. I wish never again to see you, because you look unpleasant as it is, and any mode of interaction is out of the question, I promise you won't see even glimmer of recognition in my face.

They keep going, but they'll come back.

1 month after datou left, rinnie flew for australia today. All I seem to remember at the airport is that it was a big rush, from terminal to terminal, the last minute fussing over the packages, all the frenzied photo taking, rine having to rush to catch her plane. I think we took up her shopping time. ):

I really loved the smile on her face, because I thought it was also especially brilliant. I dunno what it is with brilliant smiles and departures. I think it's the excitement plus nervousness and the not knowing what to expect in a new land with a new start. But anyhow I thought rine was really strong, because she just went in like that, without hesitation in her footsteps.

And like datou, she too was unsure of which direction to head to get to her gate, and I had that same wave of emotion, and the same feeling that I was watching this girl on her way to becoming a woman. All I know is that when rine comes home she won't only be the smart, intelligent, brave, pretty young girl. She'll be a smart, intelligent, brave, pretty young woman who is kickass psychologist. And that makes me feel very proud of her. It's like witnessing the transition of my girly friend into a womanly friend.

All in all I hope that Australia is nice to rinnie, and that she'll be safe and sound, and take care of herself well. And that she'll come home with the same brilliant smile and fierce spirit, and never to lose the hearty laugh that she has. One year is twice of six months, thrice of four months, and six times of two months. Counting like that seems to make time go slightly faster.



And yet I miss her already.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Today was spent at the Science Centre, at the Body Worlds exhibit. Honestly it wasn't worth the 20 dollars, because everywhere you walked to it was there were the same dusty, cobwebbed bodies all over again. I have to admit though, that the giraffe and the horse bodies were pretty impressive. But here's a tip: the giraffe body you can see when standing outside the exit of the hall, and the horse body you can give a miss because there are pictures online.

Hey watch that hand, mate, you don't want that horse disintegrating on you.
(http://open.salon.com/blog/lost_in_berlin/2009/05/10/sex_after_death_the_new_body_worlds_exhibit_shocks_berlin)

Which means that you actually don't have to purchase a ticket to go in and look at 71 dead plastinated bodies because you can get a free show by standing at the exit. I would suggest you buy a 6 dollar ticket to enter the Science Centre instead because it definitely is so much more fun. And 6 dollars is a cheap price to pay for that many exhibits that you can interact with. Unlike boring, dusty plastinated bodies that you can't even touch. And it's not that they'll disintegrate la, they just don't fancy people pulling off strips of ligaments and little threads of nerves and blood vessels from the exhibits i think. If asked to choose, I won't be greedy, I just want the cute blood-vessels-and-capillaries chicken...

which looks like this, but in the shape of a chicken. It's quite cute really, like wiry red sponge.
(http://www.blogto.com/arts/2009/10/body_worlds_returns_to_toronto_this_time_with_more_heart/)

A note on the dust: It's in abundance everywhere, on the showcases, on the bodies, in the air, on the carpeted ground... you name it, it's extremely dusty. Oh and not to mention live people too, they were everywhere too. Mingling with the dead bodies. Ha, morbid thought I just had that I'm not sharing with you. Ray made a demented joke about tour groups being offered free entry, and then ending up as the exhibits.

I think this should be my favourite dead, plastinated, dusty human body. He's carrying his own skin, and it's really thick, like hide. I don't know why his skin is so thick.
(http://open.salon.com/blog/lost_in_berlin/2009/05/10/sex_after_death_the_new_body_worlds_exhibit_shocks_berlin)

Anyhow, I didn't think it was worth it. Uh uh. Nope. Oh well, but I guess it's those once in a lifetime kinda thing, like Universal Studios Singapore at Resort World Sentosa. 66 bucks for a ticket! Gee. I predict the only two times in my life I'll ever go is with Ray, and when I'm married with (hypothetical) kids and the kids want to go. I'll make sure there're no more kids in the production factory first, and bring all the (hypothetical) children I have. "Once is enough," I'll tell them, "if not mommy will have to go and be one of those plastinates in Gunther Von Hagens' Body Worlds, and you kids can use the money they send to you then."

新年快乐!

WE ARE NOT WHAT YOU THINK WE ARE
WE ARE GOLDEN
WE ARE GOLDEN!

I just think that people shouldn't be so narrow towards others' beliefs, ways of life, mindsets, habits way of doing things etc and think that just because they do it a different way from them that they should be restricted, and told off. Nobody has the right to tell anybody else what to do, and how to do it. Unless it's morally incorrect, then that's another story for another day.

What does Chinese New Year mean to you?