only shumin
can sms me meet you at guardian okay? and when i'm actually at guardian waiting for her, follow that message up five minutes later with a message saying that there doesn't seem to be a guardian at p.s. and can i meet her at the aquarium (is there even an aquarium in p.s.?) instead?
and only she can sms me to tell me sorrowfully that her luggage is overweight and it costs $78 for every extra kg what theeeee (in typical shumin fashion), only to sms me again two hours later to tell me that it wasn't overweight after all, she was looking at the pounds side instead of the kilograms.
only shumin calls me 'clooooboooo!' yes, even when she sms-es me, she bothers to put in all the 'o's. sometimes she even includes extra exclaimation marks.
something caught in my throat as sean and i went down the escalator to B1 of terminal one where she was sitting at burger king, wearing a black tank top, jeans, and a purple sweater which matched her purple hair perfectly. and it was past one a.m. in the morning but she still had her grey contact lenses on, complete with thick eyelash mascara.
i did ask her whether she was going to wear her contacts on the plane and she said of course not! (but you can never tell, with her). which led sean to say oh no so sad you cannot be ang moh already.
she usually looks like she could step on a runway in an instant if only she wanted to, but she'll always be the skinny kid who stuck it through most of Growing Up with me. there are no incriminating photos because all the ones we have of those times were taken when there were no digital cameras to speak of, but i think i'm one of the few who remember her with frizzy, short hair - before she got it rebonded and decided to leave it long so she could hide part of her face, i keep telling her to pull it back - and glasses. it has been ages since i've seen her wearing glasses.
and i don't know when she'll be back in singapore for good. sean thinks that she will do so eventually, and i kinda think so too but i'm not very sure, somehow. that was what made it so strange, and sad, to see her go.
but i know she'll stay the same, really. it's been more than ten years, and there are still strong traces of the shumin who tumbled into my life when i was ten and never quite left, despite the large amounts of time we did not spend together once we entered jc, and after.
thanks sean for driving us to the airport and for sending me back at past two in the morning.
and since i'm doing a "hello friends" kinda thing:
SHANNON LEE LE QUAN YOU @#$!^&*!! YOU O$P$, that's $9.50-$1.20=$8.30.
***
today i cooked dinner. and i decided to roll my pork balls in flour in a bid to make them adhere together and retain their round shape when i fried them. unfortunately, this did not work, and to top it off i shook out more flour than necessary. which i didn't want to waste because there's a wheat shortage, and it's gotten so bad that malaysians might not be able to enjoy prata anymore.
oh the horror, right?! i totally agree. can you imagine not being able to bite into hot, crisp prata, slightly soggy where you dipped it into fish/chicken/mutton curry?
so i dumped the extra flour into the pasta sauce and added extra water. flour is a thickener, you know?
but that made the pasta taste a bit weird.
and, again, i have failed to make pasta with MEATBALLS. pasta with meat, yes, but when will i ever achieve perfect meatballs?
when i told jon about this and all he said was that he's been eating a lot of prata. i wonder why the wheat shortage hasn't affected india, i don't think he should be consuming so much ghee.
***
i have also been poking fun incessantly at my brother, who's just finished orientation. he remembers all the cheers he's been taught, as well as the steps to the mass dance. the only steps i remember are that co-ordinated hand thing we had to do at the beginning, to come on over, and that funny heart-shaped pose we had to make.
i told my mother that, maybe, when you're pure of heart and free from sin, it's a lot easier to have fun doing these silly things. i remember thinking that orientation was silly, and i remember feeling terribly tired and jaded throughout. the former probably didn't have anything to do with the latter, though.
she recently finished watching almost the entire season of coffee prince (which i think i shall watch when i'm in china). it's a korean serial that's currently playing at 2300 on channel u as well.
only my mother, really, can calmly tune in at 2300 to channel u every night and tell us, when we scold her for watching it again, but, you see, it's clearer on tv.
that's the trick, i suppose. to speak of certain things you probably shouldn't be doing as if they were Perfectly Normal Things To Do.
can sms me meet you at guardian okay? and when i'm actually at guardian waiting for her, follow that message up five minutes later with a message saying that there doesn't seem to be a guardian at p.s. and can i meet her at the aquarium (is there even an aquarium in p.s.?) instead?
and only she can sms me to tell me sorrowfully that her luggage is overweight and it costs $78 for every extra kg what theeeee (in typical shumin fashion), only to sms me again two hours later to tell me that it wasn't overweight after all, she was looking at the pounds side instead of the kilograms.
only shumin calls me 'clooooboooo!' yes, even when she sms-es me, she bothers to put in all the 'o's. sometimes she even includes extra exclaimation marks.
something caught in my throat as sean and i went down the escalator to B1 of terminal one where she was sitting at burger king, wearing a black tank top, jeans, and a purple sweater which matched her purple hair perfectly. and it was past one a.m. in the morning but she still had her grey contact lenses on, complete with thick eyelash mascara.
i did ask her whether she was going to wear her contacts on the plane and she said of course not! (but you can never tell, with her). which led sean to say oh no so sad you cannot be ang moh already.
she usually looks like she could step on a runway in an instant if only she wanted to, but she'll always be the skinny kid who stuck it through most of Growing Up with me. there are no incriminating photos because all the ones we have of those times were taken when there were no digital cameras to speak of, but i think i'm one of the few who remember her with frizzy, short hair - before she got it rebonded and decided to leave it long so she could hide part of her face, i keep telling her to pull it back - and glasses. it has been ages since i've seen her wearing glasses.
and i don't know when she'll be back in singapore for good. sean thinks that she will do so eventually, and i kinda think so too but i'm not very sure, somehow. that was what made it so strange, and sad, to see her go.
but i know she'll stay the same, really. it's been more than ten years, and there are still strong traces of the shumin who tumbled into my life when i was ten and never quite left, despite the large amounts of time we did not spend together once we entered jc, and after.
thanks sean for driving us to the airport and for sending me back at past two in the morning.
and since i'm doing a "hello friends" kinda thing:
SHANNON LEE LE QUAN YOU @#$!^&*!! YOU O$P$, that's $9.50-$1.20=$8.30.
***
today i cooked dinner. and i decided to roll my pork balls in flour in a bid to make them adhere together and retain their round shape when i fried them. unfortunately, this did not work, and to top it off i shook out more flour than necessary. which i didn't want to waste because there's a wheat shortage, and it's gotten so bad that malaysians might not be able to enjoy prata anymore.
oh the horror, right?! i totally agree. can you imagine not being able to bite into hot, crisp prata, slightly soggy where you dipped it into fish/chicken/mutton curry?
so i dumped the extra flour into the pasta sauce and added extra water. flour is a thickener, you know?
but that made the pasta taste a bit weird.
and, again, i have failed to make pasta with MEATBALLS. pasta with meat, yes, but when will i ever achieve perfect meatballs?
when i told jon about this and all he said was that he's been eating a lot of prata. i wonder why the wheat shortage hasn't affected india, i don't think he should be consuming so much ghee.
***
i have also been poking fun incessantly at my brother, who's just finished orientation. he remembers all the cheers he's been taught, as well as the steps to the mass dance. the only steps i remember are that co-ordinated hand thing we had to do at the beginning, to come on over, and that funny heart-shaped pose we had to make.
i told my mother that, maybe, when you're pure of heart and free from sin, it's a lot easier to have fun doing these silly things. i remember thinking that orientation was silly, and i remember feeling terribly tired and jaded throughout. the former probably didn't have anything to do with the latter, though.
she recently finished watching almost the entire season of coffee prince (which i think i shall watch when i'm in china). it's a korean serial that's currently playing at 2300 on channel u as well.
only my mother, really, can calmly tune in at 2300 to channel u every night and tell us, when we scold her for watching it again, but, you see, it's clearer on tv.
that's the trick, i suppose. to speak of certain things you probably shouldn't be doing as if they were Perfectly Normal Things To Do.
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nice coat!
and great buy i think. haha (:
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