i like libraries. shelves and shelves of books and musty air, pages turned by so many hands over so much time. went back to the central library at kent ridge today, and because the biz canteen was closed by the time i finished photocopying excerpts from this wonderfully annoying uppity book on how the government is "dismantling" civil society (in terms of fundamental liberties and democracy etc.) jemery and i decided to go to clementi to have dinner.

which wasn't a very good idea, actually. because it just wasn't.

i didn't really want to go there but it was on the way home and i was tired so i agreed (it's the bffils's fault (best friend forever in law school), we went jogging late last night).

i ended up waiting in line to buy kueh tutu from that uncle opposite the ntuc; as before, five peanut ones. i've never liked them with coconut, remember? but this time i actually made myself wait until they were slightly cooler before i ate them. i never used to be able to wait those everlasting five minutes or so. and they were soft and pure white, steamy warm, crunchy when you got to the peanut part. the taste of sadness on your tongue which you've been trying too hard to avoid for too long.

alright i'm going to blog about yesterday even though i really think i shouldn't talk about it in such a public space. but i'm going to anyway.

WAH SO SUSPENSE RIGHT.

the door leading to the third floor of the library does not close unless you pull it after you as you walk in from the staircase. you also have to push it as you exit from it. it's really annoying when people don't do this because you can hear various conversations from the stairwell, people walking up and down, having phone conversations and all; like all stairwells it's really echoey which makes it doubly annoying.

i couldn't take it anymore so i wrote this sign on winston's acjs paper which said

PLEASE PULL THE DOOR BEHIND YOU AS YOU ENTER; OTHERWISE IT WILL NOT CLOSE. THANK YOU :)

yes, i actually added the smiley face.

wei chin happened to have scotch tape with him so that was good, i stuck it on the side of the door leading from the staircase. i should have made a sign for people exiting too though. kong says i should have just put "SHUT THE FRIGGING DOOR!"

it did work, by the way. not all the time but a significantly higher number of people shut the door.

i don't know if the library admin staff have time to come online and google but i'm worried because the notice wasn't stamped? i don't want to be caught for vandalism - eh but please i was simply being civic minded? it's probably been removed by now but i hope they do something proper about it. this cannot go on!!

there was perfect running weather today, despite the slight drizzle - or because of it, perhaps. one of my friends came for his first cg of the academic year (i didn't even realise he was in my cg before), and i asked him what he was doing after and he was like "err i don't really know" so on a whim i just said "okay let's go running!". we almost didn't go because it started drizzling a little heavily but it cleared up so we just went - and it was fantastic cause we just decided to let the road take us wherever and we ended up running super far but it was really super shiok. we ran up to buona vista from kap, past acjc (yay) through portsmouth road (really pretty) and ended up at queensway, coming back to bukit timah through the estate behind the botanic gardens. "shiok" is really the only word to describe it properly. singapore is really much nicer slower and on foot, provided you've got the right company and a good pair of running shoes. and we stopped by the mcdonald's near commonwealth, the open air one, just to see if this cloth slide (do YOU remember it?) which he remembered was still there.

today was a nice day, simply because it just was. it's evening, there's nice weather, and two people in particular made my day.

the first was ruishan. i was feeling a bit bleah - it seemed like everyone i knew was representing silly qian duo duo so they had to come at 0930 which meant that i had to endure the bransome client interview at 1030 alone. well, not alone, because i had my firm with me. they're great people but it's strange being in school without the people you're close to.

but lo and behold, rui, mag and yalan's firm was also representing bransome! and lovely ruishan, being the lovely person she is (and also bored to tears) started smsing me in chinese. i've mentioned before that lcs is like our practice chinese class. and just so you know, it was reported in mind your body today that being billingual slows down the onset of dementia. it pays to be huayu cool, ok! hurhur and the first sms she sends me reads "wei she me ni mei you gen ni the zu yuan zuo?" except that she's put zuo dong xi that zuo instead of zuo for sit.

yesterday we also found out that when paul's bluetooth is on his laptop name is SUGAR. neither i nor rui know why and paul refuses to spill.

sugar????

the second person to make my day was THE TV ANTENNA REPAIR MAN!!!!!!

my mother actually said before that she only wanted to get our antenna fixed after the next door neighbours finished their construction, but i think not being able to watch amercian idol properly made her change her mind. not only is our channel 5 finally unfuzzy, for the first time in about FIVE YEARS our channel 8 is clear again! i kid you not, on that point - the last time i watched a show on channel 8 on an unfuzzy screen was in secondary three. that was chang jia, long vacation, the japanese show dubbed over in chinese. does anybody even remember it?

i told my mum about the lightning rabbit thing and she said my professor probably got the idea from john updike's rabbit, run. she said i should read it so i went back to the central library yesterday to borrow it. i hope it aids my public law assignment in some way - it's a satire on american society. i only borrowed it because i thought it might help - but maybe it's just an excuse, and in reading it i'm trying to convince myself that i'm doing work related things because really, it's a novel. but i suppose it would help in my perspective on why america and individualism isn't all it's made out to be. i'm currently half-way through the night watch and it was going fabulously but i haven't touched it since school started, i've been that busy.

sunday night with quen and jon was good. it felt safe, and just like old times, sitting on jon's carpet picking lint off his cushion covers as the three of us watched the devil wears prada. we ALL enjoyed it very much. incidentally, he has a chair upholstered in the same fabric as his cushion covers.

wednesday's still cca day in mgs, so i saw a lot of mg girls today. and i suddenly missed wearing my uniform. not school, you understand, i just missed wearing my mg uniform. because jon's such a retard maybe i'll be able to convince him to wear his acsi uniform out with me one day someday soon.

public law, in particular, is full of questions that don't have black and white answers. the answers are really just - grey. there's no other way to describe them. and of course, the tutors love asking us these questions. i've noticed that whenever someone answers they invariably begin with "well, thats only true/false/whatever to a certain extent." and the tutors (well mine does, anyhow) will invariably say "that's SUCH a lawyer answer."

i used to think love was a choice. to a greater than lesser extent. of course, that might still be true - there's no real answer to what love is, is there? but if love really is a choice, and i know what i've chosen to do, then why do i wake up some days and find that i still love you?

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perhaps it's the grey evening - i love grey, if you haven't already realised. slate grey, blue-grey - or it's the fact that i went out with my jc classmates on friday to say farewell to jon (another one), and later i'm going to jon's (the one below) house to talk cock with him and quen. i hope we actually make it there.

bryan, bless his heart, firmly believes that mr right is going to whisk me down the aisle before he whisks miss right down the aisle; he said on friday on the way to suntec (we were rather unfortunately stuck in a traffic jam) that he's therefore going to be laughing his head off at my wedding. and he's also going to tell whoever i'm going to marry, at my wedding, "all the best, good luck! i hope you know what you're getting yourself into!" because for the first time in the history of our friendship i won't be able to pinch him after he's insulted me. must look demure in your wedding gown right. and very unglam and unladylike to pinch people.

we'll see, bryan. about both things haha.

seeing jon was nice because he hasn't changed one bit from jc. we had a record number of people this time, more than half of us came - and the next class outing xian jie wants to watch lions cup - or whatever it's called, i really don't know! the suntec marche has closed down by the way. don't believe retarded ex-classmates who tell you to meet there.

i take down things the professors say during public law lectures/seminars which are totally irrelevant, really, to whatever he/she's talking about. for instance, today:

"mr jeyaratnam has contributed significantly to readings on the constitution of singapore. don't you think we should recognise that?"

and things like:

"if i wanted my rabbit to run for parliament, you know, and i was from the pap, would YOU still vote for my lightning rabbit? could i even let my rabbit run?".

it struck me during the lecture this morning that one of the reasons i've always thought i was apathetic towards politics and all that was because i was never truly anti-pap. i guess i've done my fair share of government bashing; when people around you are going on and on about it it's not very nice to just keep silent, right? i never felt all that passionate rage, the "we don't have a say" sort of thing. but this is a point the professors have brought up - you don't need to be anti-pap just to have an opinion. so yes, i appreciate the safety and security and all that the pap has done for singapore, and i'm worried about what's going to happen when lee hsien loong passes on. we've been having discussions about public law classes, i mean duh right it's an 8 cred module this sem, and whenever i tell people that they're like "huh worry about lky dying first la." but personally i think lee hsien loong is a good man, and it's going to be hard to find someone to replace him. old school la. people are shaped by their generation and the circumstances in which they grew up, and i think it's going to be hard to find someone of that ilk to lead singapore in the future - distinguished gentlemen and the whole idea of junzi, honourable and upright leaders and all that, who really understand and appreciate that the peace and prosperity singapore enjoys today only came with much blood, sweat and tears. people who will be discerning enough to know how much change we need to keep up and how much of the old we need to retain. i'm not saying i agree totally with everything the government has done, for instance, i think the education system has just about killed the chances of the average singaporean child having a real children's kind of childhood. but really, we've got a lot to be thankful for. hurhur and we, this age of university students, are the future of singapore! so we better start thinking about what we're going to do about it.

i like school. i really do. i like reading, and i like knowing that this is what God has called me to do and i'm going to be able to help people when i finally start practising. oh, what idealism! i pray i never lose this though, and become money grubbing. we'll see. maybe i'll have to eat these words in a few years' time - but i sincerely hope i won't.

yesterday was a grey day. dark grey, one of those days where you think of jam biscuits, shortbread, and tea in a fat, jolly teapot. or maybe that was just because my equity and trusts tutor is a very sweet but eccentric old englishman. you know the sort. tall, slightly hunched, balding - and glasses, definitely. clipped english accent - "trustees are just like butlers. you know, jeeves and all that."

i've got to go meet bryan now.

because i'm in a vaguely emo mood now i've decided to have one of those lame blog entry dedications to friends things. i actually wanted to do one during the new year, when i read this article in the papers, but my photos are all on the computer in my room so it was a bit hard to transfer them to and fro, i'm rather lazy haha. but i've missed quen and jon and ian terribly of late hence the post. ok but before i talk about them this post wouldn't be complete if i didn't pay tribute to abi and stella. so this is my dear lovely stella who went back to melbourne on monday (and i won't see her for two years unless i make it down to the land of oz this june but airport taxes are so high!!) :

and she hasn't changed one bit from our mg/ac days. that's her sitting in my brother's chair when she came over three fridays ago, we got really bored and started taking photos. it was really very good talking to her about everything and just being able to call the same handphone number knowing that she was on the other end of the line.

this is abi and me on the last day of school in j2. okay i think i look so majorly chubby?

my friendship with the two of them has survived almost thirteen years - abi barely remembers primary school, though i vaguely remember she didn't really like me in primary one. i'm glad she's still in singapore even though she's all the way in jurong and i'm not in youth anymore so i hardly get to see her on sundays. i'm also glad we've started doing the whole cooking thing. more sweet treats to come and hopefully proper meals too!

THIS IS SPECIALLY FOR LINUS CHUA KEE LUN. haha i'm not sure if that's how you spell his hanyu pinyin name i just assumed that that's how it goes because lester is kee tian, no? err okay i've only known him for - about a month? or less, because prc camp was at the end of december - but nevermind he merits a mention in this post too. also because i told him i'd put up the photo of us. don't worry linus in 5 years time i will blog about our friendship PROPERLY, if it (and my blog) survive that long. that's how lester looks like too hahaha duh because they're twins maybe. so don't complain, lester, that you aren't mentioned here ok.

this picture was taken at ac open house 2006. yes we were that lame and had nothing better to do just a few short months ago. i mean, hello, 2006 marked our j4 year?? and if jon was wearing his school uniform as well this would be one of my absolute favourite favourite pictures. partly because i've lost weight since jc and the way i look now is the way i always wanted to look then, and also because - well it's just the three of us i guess, and it's a nice photo and we're happy and we're in the void deck which is where we had most of the conversations and random playing guitar and singing and praying which were the foundations of our friendship. i spent hours with quen in the HR too, choir rehearsals and all, and i will always remember that i met jon at the first detention class of our j1 year. that was january 2003. hello guys, we're old.

ian merits a picture all to himself because he never seems to be around when we have a camera and the four of us are together. this was taken at jon's house sometime in 2006. or 2005. i can't remember. that's bearie in the foreground, a soft toy which was sitting around on jon's sofa the night we were there.

so we've seen each other through break-ups and exams and miscellaneous other things - our whole ac experience and finding God, jon at the world battle of the bands, quen and the shooting home project, NS - ian (and tim!) and the ptbf scheme, the sun sets. the journalist who wrote the article i brought up in the beginning said something about meeting up with her old school friends, how it was such a nice, safe and comforting thing to do because you know, bad blood or whatever everything's been said and done and it's all water under the bridge and if you've wanted to offend each other, you already have and we've all gotten over it. that bit about having gotten over things hit home. i thought of them when i read that - abi and stella didn't strike me at that point because we've known each other for more than half our lives and with friendships like that it's just - like that la! but i thought of quen and ian and jon because we met at a time when we were just discovering things, just waking up to the fact that there's a whole big bad world out there. when our ideals were challenged but we persisted in sticking to them anyway. endless conversations about love and life and God where we never came to any real conclusions, conversations we will still have in time to come, i hope. the things that matter, you know? and these are friends who've just been there and done that with you and hopefully we won't ever fall out and not be friends anymore. the older you get the harder it is to make friends, really. there's also tim and joses - we would've formed the mai tai club if joses had gotten himself home from korea one day earlier. it's your fault, twinnie!!

and it's not that i don't treasure everybody i've met in uni - eh linus there's a picture of you ok. by default that means there's a picture of lester too. i'm sure i'll come to be really tight for life with some of the people i've gotten to know better in sem 1 (yes we will see each other in court next time hurhur) but it's just different. like i said, with old friends, you've just gotten over things already and you don't really need to worry about offending them or whatever because you just know. you know what i'm trying to say?

people come and go and life goes on but i believe there are some things that will more or less remain the same. to friendship, then. and to complete the absolute cheesiness of this post, in the Father's hands we know, that a lifetime's not too long to live as friends.

i didn't want to blog until i transferred photos over from my computer (read: oh wonderful co-leader, that was going to be done just for you haha) but i think this is too funny to go unblogged - i have no idea when i'll have the time to actually put up my cambodia pics etc, which i must do before xiaoming goes over and totally owns my photos.

i'm just reading some stuff now and i came across this article - democracy vs efficiency. this is how it ends:

let the sun of knowledge rise. let the people see the truth with their own eyes and hear the warbling of the bird of freedom with their own ears. the future belongs to the people. let the light come in. let the truth be manifest.

i think it was written by an iranian - so the cheesiness of the words is probably due to a rather terrible translation of some phrase that's actually very meaningful and not cheesy at all. but cheesy or not, there is a measure of truth in them and funny as it sounds, many people in the world today do need the truth to be manifest.

on another note here's something truly funny. last night my dad declared during dinner that we had too much champagne/wine in the fridge - leftover from eons and eons and eons ago - so we were going to start drinking it up: cf the post before, about creating storage space in the fridge. last night we had some champange that wasn't fizzy anymore, and it left a too-acidic aftertaste but it was alright. funny thing is, the entire family started trying to do that rub the top of wine glasses and produce notes thing. now everyone can do it EXCEPT ME. my brother's the best at it though. we think it's because of his fat fingers haha. he really got quite good at it in one night, i think he should seriously consider playing songs and all!

i am vaguely annoyed.

it has been raining incessantly for the past few days and the first time it actually looks like it's going to stop for a while, my running shoes are out of action because of sole problems so i can't go for a run. i skipped in my front porch the past two evenings so i'm going to be thankful that i actually have a front porch to skip in. plus i missed the last two days - monday and tuesday - of good running weather because i succumbed to stomach flu during the equity lecture on monday. but still, much as i appreciate the wet weather - there's just something about grey skies that appeal to me, that and the way rain falls - there's a kind of mould in the air now, and i wouldn't mind a day of real, brilliant sunshine just to air everything. pillows, towels, whatever. ironing shirts dry doesn't cut it either, you need real sunshine for them to feel right when you wear them.

also, i'm one of those impatient people who can never wait for hot liquid things like soup and milo to cool down before i drink them. this often translates into scalded tongues. i made milo late last night because i felt hungry and of course, not being able to wait to drink it, i scalded my tongue. it's better this morning but it still feels weird.

okay i realised my post from this afternoon was rather incoherent so i've deleted it and i'm editing it completely. there was this flyer in this afternoon's mail which started "dear neighbours" - let me just quote verbatim, it's easier.

"dear neighbours. . .

38-45, male and single? or know someone so?

i am a 35+ year unmarried female, previously focused on career goals, presently focused on finding a responsible life partner.

i am
attractive, elegant, petite, chinese, caring and supportive, reliable, positive, well-educated, university graduate, from a good family background.

seeking a
single, decent, loyal, mature and responsible individual who enjoys reading, and the outdoors such as traveling, nature, snow skiing, scuba diving, not addictive, not abusive/volatile/ emotionally broken, non-smoker, social drinker."

I KID YOU NOT. she left her email and handphone number but not her address. i'd like to go see who she is though, haha! at the very end of the flyer she has this bit "yes! i know someone whom i'd like you to meet" and you can tick the boxes which follow, there are choices like "accountant," "doctor," "lawyer". . .the first three boxes, obviously. there's an "other" box too! the part i like the best is when she's describing the guy she wants to meet. errr hello?? does she think this is guys-r-us, made to order? and what does "not addictive" mean??? she probably meant that she wants a guy who isn't addicted to stuff like computer games and soccer but - oh well. we try our best, i suppose. i wonder if she really sent it out herself or her desperate parents did it on her behalf. how absolutely demeaning, don't you think? sending a flyer to your neighbours. !!!!! i hope these exclaimation marks suffice to express my total bewilderment and amusement. and she doesn't want a guy who's "emotionally broken" either.

sigh. ?????? i also hope that those questions marks convey the fact that i am also absolutely speechless.

and i'm also wondering if she sent the flyer to joseph, which would mean that she would have had to have spent a lot of money on printing because he's quite a few houses away. he's a bit young of course but HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

ever since i told my mother that i write about the things she says on my blog i think she's made more of an effort to make more lame comments. she says they are "witty," not "lame," but really - you be the judge. what's worse is i think i'm becoming really lame too.

last night she came into my room to borrow the hairdryer and saw that a pen had dropped onto the floor.
mother: why is your pen on the floor?
me: because tomorrow morning i will wake up and sit at my desk and i will pick up the pen.

mother goes over to take out hairdryer from cupboard and makes some things fall out from the cupboard in the process (i TOLD you my cupboard was TOO FULL).

mother: oops. but nevermind. tomorrow morning when you take clothes to wear you can pick that up okay?

but i think what happened today when she was cooking dinner really takes the cake.

mother: can you check the expiry date on that packet of sauce please? (suki thai dipping sauce! suitable for steamboat! to create good sauce put in toasted sesame seeds and coriander, stir together and serve!)
me: 24 april 2005. (yes, TWO THOUSAND AND FFFFIIIVVVEEE)
mother: oh okay. you mean i bought it so long ago? can you like tear it open for me please?

i dutifully do so.

me: are you sure you want to do this?
mother: i think you need to get the scissors and cut the packet open leh. i cannot get the opening big enough to pour it into the pan.
me: mummy, it expired in 2005.
mother: huh. but then the beehoon will be so plain. okay lor you just put it in the bowl there.

she really did intend to pour it into the beehoon and fry it all up.

anyhow, she didn't, and here is her comment of the day:
"i shall not compromise health for the sake of economy."

?????!!!!!. those punctuation marks convey the same emotions as above.

and in case you're wondering, the sauce ultimately went the way of the sinkhole.

ruishan and i spent the first part of legal case studies (until we had to play this really inane kiddy primary school game to get our tutorial groups) talking nonsense and practising our chinese writing skills on our respective notebooks. mag thinks my chinese handwriting looks nice but i think it looks totally ugly.

ruishan: i think our professor looks like a hum-fgdfhgkdhgj sd (she's cut off by the murmur around us)
me: a what? humpty dumpty?
ruishan: (looking bemused) yes humpty dumpty also ah. . .
me: did you say hum chim peng? (how do you spell hum chim peng? isn't it hum chiNG peng?)
ruishan: yes.
me: sweet or salty one?
ruishan? i dunno leh. just hum chim peng lor. don't you think so?

we both proceeded to draw hum chim pengs in our notebooks, complete with sesame seeds - i think only the sweet tausar ones have sesame seeds on them so, yes, the sweet one it is.

ruishan then whipped our her handphone and said "look! i changed the phone language to chinese!" and so i proceeded to do so too, and i must say sony ericsson has the most horrifying translations ever. menu is "cai dan" and "more" is "gen duo" - the latter, i suppose, is fine. just that when you delete your messages in english it says "no more messages" which for some strange reason the manufacturers at sony think should translate directly into "wu gen duo duan xun." shouldn't it just be "mei you duan xun le!" or something like that?

if only every lcs lecture was going to be this way. other than that i have an. . . interesting tutorial group. which i really like, by the way. just that it's interesting. hopefully we won't strangle each other by the time we have to mediate.

dinner time conversations - what do YOU talk about during dinner?

father: you know all the chocolate in the fridge right? the one you get from the people in the church choir? (yes, for some strange reason, old people like to give out lots of chocolate as christmas presents and for miscellaneous occasions you know?)
me: yes?
father: can i eat it?
me: go ahead and eat it all la! it doesn't matter really. just eat!
father: why? why you don't want? it's quite nice what! good stuff! (it really is good stuff. when old people give you chocolate they really give you chocolate. belgian made, swiss made - uk made. it's not dark enough for me though. i used to get really natty if my dad ate my chocolate without asking but since the whole health drive thing i WANT him to eat it haha.)
me: (to self) doesn't that mean you've already eaten it without asking me??
father: what?
me: aiya because it's fattening what. you just eat it all up ok?

i love being able to depend on my dad to consume all the calories i'd rather not consume myself. i used to be able to depend on my brother but now he's decided he needs to lose weight (jc next year what, got girls) and anyway when you're older you should enjoy life and consume sweet things.

father to mother: you want some?
mother: no. i resolve to eat healthily until chinese new year. that's when all the unhealthy food starts making appearances, like bak kwa, chocolate, you know? but i think i'm going to succumb to bee cheng hiang soon. (she has to pass all these foodie places in amoy street to get to her parent facilitator class on thursdays) everytime i walk down amoy street i feel i HAVE to buy something. like those oishi curry puffs last thursday?
me: ah, yes, nice curry puffs.
mother: yes! so terrible! i ate four of the six i bought (she's really going to kill me for letting on in such a public space) and the other day daddy made me eat the cornetto he appropriated from the poly! (they were giving out free cornettos during poly open house)
me: oh dear! why did you eat four? didn't daddy eat any?

at this point my father looks shocked that we didn't tell him about the curry puffs. he can really be depended on for consuming all these extra calories. and he's still really skinny anyway.

mother: he wasn't around la. and the day i bought them i ate two, you ate one and grandma ate one so there were two left, resident in the fridge. i decided i had to get rid of their citizenship.
me: .....................................

my mother is a firm believer of buying things in bulk/on offer so our fridge is quite stuffed to its gills. there's an unspoken rule at home that whatever food that's been cooked or brought home should be eaten asap to create storage space.

we've just changed the lights in our living room, and we (in particular, my mother and i) get immense pleasure just from flicking the light switch. we've been in partial darkness during dinnertime for so long, it's nice to finally be able to READ while eating at night.

and today i talked to one of my favouritest favouritest people in the whole wide entire world.

thanks quen (: this picture was taken on his macbook at the botanic gardens after he played mr simon cower for my mock trial last sem.

so school starts in about - five hours? and i'm looking forward to it, i really am. on retrospect i think everything's worked out for good, just like it says in Romans, and hopefully God will grant me the strength and the courage to live and enjoy everything He's blessed me with. (: there, a smiley face just to show that i really am happy and excited about sem 2. haha (:

on another note, i was spring cleaning the other day, re-packing things in my wardrobe. and i realised that i really cannot go through another parting (sounds better, no?) because i will have no more space in my cupboard to store things. the things you accumulate! lester says just throw away but aiya girls sentimental la. i think i'm gonna donate my old clothes to the salvation army though. and one day when it hurts less i will dust bearry manilove off and he can take his place on the table.

i went for a swim this morning, in freezing cold water. and i wanted to come home and drink hot milo because, well, you generally feel like drinking hot milo after swimming right? but i got home, and mr. sun showed himself, and it got a bit hot for hot milo but i made myself a cup anyway. hot milo's like pau, all steam and comfort, but sometimes it's just cold comfort, you know? warm as they both are. and it's one of those days when i feel nothing will ever be right again. in time, i suppose. and i'll just have to wait and see what God has in store for 2007.

seeing bryan and yanbin last night was good. we sat at these seats outside this barber shop at bukit timah plaza for the longest time, talking nonsense - and remembering stupid things like how yanbin DYED HIS HAIR RED IN THE BOARDING SCHOOL TOILET just before our bio mcq paper and he turned up for the paper with flaming red hair. and now bryan's hair is longer than yanbin's has ever been - well okay i'm not so sure about that - but both of us agree that it's doing nothing to hide his bald patch. haha. if anything it now looks more prominent.

being in yue en's car is a harrowing experience. because he's such a dear i won't go so far as to say it's a near death one. but still. it was really scary being in the passenger seat - when other drivers glare it's usually the one who's in the passenger seat who has to bear the brunt of the killer stares. i think i died a thousand deaths today. hur hur hur.

i went with him today to pick up his exchange buddy from holland, and i really don't know why pgp doesn't have more ramps for people in wheelchairs and those with HEAVY LUGGAGE. it's also a very confusing place, quite maze-like. we had to lug her suitcases up and down endless flights of stairs. five months' worth of things, not funny.

ever since we bought these lovely lotte strawberry biscuits in cambodia to snack on on the bus ride from phnom penh to siem reap i've had a fondness for the fakey strawberry flavour, which probably explains why i like the anlene yoghurt milk drink so much. but it's got to be the kind with a sharp tang and nice aftertaste. less sweet than pocky strawberry and pink hello panda.

and i think reading about certain types of food makes you want to make them. like i have this sudden desire to make jam biscuits of the sandwich nature, and chocolate pudding.

i think i'm becoming old and fuddy duddy. or maybe i already am. after watchnight i WENT HOME instead of being hip and happening and my age and going out for supper and/or post-watchnight. old already la, or maybe it comes with hanging out with old people.

hopefully my strawberry yoghurt anlene milk drink is now chilled enough for me to drink it. today i am finally going to purchase the night watch because kino is having a 20% off on all books.