GSS

One of my favourite ways to kickstart the weekend is a hearty dim sum breakfast. I dreamt last night that my family went ahead for breakfast without me and that got me real pissed. In my dream, of course. Stuffed myself at crystal jade. Mama had a fall recently and injured her ankle and head.

Thinks her memory sieve is getting worse. Aunty Anne and mummy were a funny pair, always pulling mama’s leg. Halfway through the meal she suddenly asked where we were. Then the pair of them told her with a straight face that we’re at toa payoh. (we always go to the bishan outlet) 10 minutes later, mama asked who’s coming back to singapore, ( cuz aunt candy had a successful kidney transplant and she’s all well and returning to singapore), and Aunt Anne replied, “Andy Lau.” Needless to say, mama bought the story.

Later on, had a fight with jie. Astounding amount of generosity she’s got. And with what nerve too. Anyway, the non-confrontational me doesn’t fight head-on. Anything but. Turned my pent-up emotions to retail therapy instead. BLEW $250 IN 3 HOURS! Arghh felt insanely guilty afterwards, cuz not giving tuition and not earning any form of income. Cannot. be. like. this.

Well, enough of the guilt trip for the moment. Let’s see..I got myself a swimsuit, 3 pairs of heels, a dress and 2 tops! Swimsuit is a neccessity, and waveline’s alright. Primavera’s having moving out sale and i fell in love with the brown heels at first sight. Everbest’s heels weren’t on sale, nevermind about that. The dress looks like an online spree item, Bought this very cute christmasy top from this boutique called miss monday. Cute name too:]

There was this pendant at the accessories corner that’s got the word Jesus engraved on it. I flipped the pendant around when the salegirl wasn’t watching. He he he he:D

Loving this song Undeclared by The Dodos right now. Aloy sent the visiters sometime back. Nice of him:) Feels like a kimya dawson kind of song, don’t you think? really really good.

 Undeclared by The Dodos

a name. for a smokescreen

Biji week it has been. Monday: Tennis, Tuesday: Badminton, Wednesday: Rest, Thursday: dinner at carl’s, Friday:

Dozed off in 963, woke up to a horrifying sight of Clementi Sports hall as I opened my eyes. Quickly alighted, and took a bus back. My mind calculating the odds of me being able to lay my hands on the bee hoon at the CDE morning catering. Not high.

Lesson this morning was a mighty bore. Eggy scribbled that she hardly sits beside me during occlusion. Yep, noticed. This lecture was of no different, my brain deftly deflect any words spewing out of the mouth of the professor. 

Finally got raydent to come over! Lavinia and her colleague Nora were extremely friendly and nice people. She handed out lotsa brochures, the likes of pronamel, burs, facebow etc. Not that we poor students can afford an articulator right now.

Qianli, Justine, Shahira & I skedaddled to megabytes after. Love the place in the absence of frightening queues and noisy pack. Then we met up with eggy at PS. Swenson was disappointing, because the waiter and the floor manager did not serve us despite our repeated request for order. Tried secret receipe apple crumble cheesecake instead.

This photo was blurred and under-exposed. good jobs to me for salvaging it! *pat on the back*

Let’s pretend I’m really athletic

Aramia’s label for the week is sporty. Yesterday evening we went to KE for a bout of tennis, justine and i, as well as our sweet coaches Qianli and Meihui. Dusk the perfect time to plonk and pok. Qianli was very helpful, constantly reminding yours truly to position myself right, hit the ball with the racquet face perpendicular, don’t attempt wild hits. I’ve always regard myself as one with a lousy ball sense. If anything, I’ve only got my “die also must get the ball” attitude to hang on to. I make unglam pose when playing, am a sore loser and a stamina to literally die for.

Today we went down to Clementi badminton hall for a session of d-uh, badminton. Float meeting left me feeling heavy and tired. Was tempted to just forsake the whole badminton plan and just stone at home. Luckily I went, though. I channeled all the bad chi and yang into the cock, as how huijing calls it.

Twice this week I delivered a killer shot at justine’s head. Over time, a flat head will be born!!hiak hiak.

lazy suns

Lazy sunday is best spent with a good friend company. Met up with Ernest this afternoon, the both of us being late-wakers, couldn’t make it for the 2pm appointed time. We visited the SAM Xu Beihong’s exhibits. The famous, and expensive oil: Put down your whip

It was rather informative and interesting, the exhibit. Being an art noob that I am, all i could appreciate was from a layman’s perspective. I prefered Xu’s oil paintings to his chinese paintings. The colours were very vivid and the people looked extremely realistic. The arms, especially. I loved the one below though.

Ernest liked the ones of horses. Xu also paint horses, buffaloes, ducks and eagles chinese painting style. The brushstrokes were amazing. The feathers on the eagle were beautifully executed. But the guards stopped me from taking more photos. Otherwise, I would definitely take one of the eagles.

We also saw works from Alberto Giacometti. I like his portraits of Annette and Diego. The longish face and pronounced orbits. Dome for coffee was the next stop. There was this little kitten prowling around. I was talking and suddenly a felt a light tap on my lap. I turned and to my horror I saw the cat staring back at me with its huge eyes. First time a cat does that to me. It was very playful, sitting atop my bag the next minute, drinking our water the second.

 

The same thing served twice

Evening was NYJC for me. Above all things, so it was called. I was late, past 7.30, walking briskly towards the small auditorium. Ms Angela Lim, my former english teacher, was at the door. Was glad to see her, otherwise it was no entry for the ticketless me. Due to some confusion, my seat at the vip area was taken, so i sat at some random empty seat at the side.

Things hasn’t changed from the last performance. The crowd was embarrassingly rowdy and noisy in between scenes. Incessant chatter from the group of boys to my left. I felt a little emb. as a Peircean alum. Performance-wise, it was o-k-a-y. Some jokes, some pretty good actors, nice music. I enjoyed the band performance alot. If there’s one thing i regret, it would be not joining band in secondary school. Really, band seems like the cca you can only join from secondary school then. Once missed, never again.

I didn’t really talk much during the intermission with Janice, Lynette, Vone and Wansu. (…) I thought even our strained relationship was stronger than that.

Janice acquired a cute red bag of a car from shenzhen. real cute. I didn’t enjoy myself that night, period. I feel so distant and dissociated. Talking to janice and lynette was pretty ok though. I feel as if there is something left unspoken, hanging and hovering in the stiff air among vone, wansu and i. U tell me what is it.   

 

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Friday is the BEST:] whoops

Did not accomplish much during op-tech yesterday. I loathed mounting cast. Lunch break saw us scurrying down to megabytes for shuyan’s chicken cutlet and megamud. A big treat before the wisdom teeth extraction. I dropped out of the queue when the woman before me shouted 5 orders of chicken chop.

At Yamaha we bumped into Liyong, Hui En, Li Hong, Syazzie and David. Coincidence coincidence coincidence. Qianli joined us soon after. We chose 2 books of piano scores for a certain somebody’s present. We then triapsed down to daiso and helped ourselves to the kidnapper mask and samurai’s balding head mask for our cam-whoring needs.

Then it was kopitiam next stop for us. Not the usual sit down and yak non-stop. Huien whipped out a deck of BErT poker cards. Ninety nines and indian poker.It was :D when syazzie took up our advice to change his card of queen spade and re-emerged with a queen clubs. Goes to show, don’t challenge fate hiak hiak. We grilled lh about the baby shower in which only she was invited. Conveniently.

Next stop: Minds Cafe. Turns out the cellgroup wasn’t bad liars after all. Syazzie didn’t had any gold at all cuz he was paired with me in the first 3 games, whether saboteur or miner. The first round he tried for a decoy which ended up fooling his partner in crime, namely me. We died in a miserable battle. Second and third round saw me killing my fellow miners. 自相残杀. I kept blocking lihong, thinking it was one smart move. Eggy was secretly smart and totally inconspicuous, never the type to blow her cover. Justine got me fooled into believing she was a miner.

Expression game next. My chance for glory:] Purple won. Only cuz everyone could interpret my drawings. Liyong had silly, syaz got hopeful, eggy had crazy and lihong drew snobbish which only eggy understood. (and only cuz lh blurted out “smirk”) True colours was rawther disappointing. So was jenga. no challenged to the nimble and the dextrous. Exciting truth we digged out was like “syaz’s sister monopolised the teevee remote at home.”

Taboo. We swopped pairing a couple of times. I liked games like taboo because Mr Yeo once said that i’m good at conceptualising things.

 

 

 

Lips Inc goes Funky Town

Was hoping for an early night retirement. But I spotted a new video uploaded of Kanno Miho. Some 1995 horrorflick called Eko Eko Azabusabo. Hiak hiak. Joke. it’s Azarabu. And I HAD to get it.

So here i am, mouth open, eyelids closing, keeping meself awake with My Boss My Hero. It’s surprisingly good. Tomoya Nagase, even with his furrowed brows and ultra alpha male persona, can fit into comedic roles prefectly. I liked this better than mukodono. And Tanaka Koki is cute. Always the one to stay up all night to sew encouraging prints on uniforms and underwear. But i say japan should tone down on the typecast. Typecasting is inevitable but we’re pretty wreary of watching our favourite heroes rehashing and reprising.

This morning i felt pretty down when i took out my ivorine tooth(competency test) and saw for myself the ugly truth of my cavity prep and amalgam filling. The voids at the proximal box screams under-condensation. The scratches on the marginal ridge are unwarranted signatures of my interproximal carver. The poor gleam that catches no light. The higher than normal distal marginal ridge, as if to tell me 一山比一山高 . To mark the tooth as 35, my index number, was like “a scar on my porcelain skin.”  Btw, tonight by stars is my latest discovery.

Kept brooding over the lousy piece of work I did that my appetite left me for someone else. That I was so dispirited doing my CR and wax-up for class IV. Binged on Carl’s later that evening in the company of karen, eggy and justine. 5% more to complete d/l.

What do you think of death?

So I caught Accuracy of Death last night together with xiaoyan. It was unexpectedly good, in spite of the fact that the man on my left had such BAD breath each time a laugh scene came up I felt I was close to guessing what flavour of popcorn he was having. Ergh! Such a put-off. And there were alot of murmur at the back as all the hints and subtleties began to unfold in one big revelation. The movie-goers thiis time really dampen my mood.

Ok, back to A.o.D

Takeshi Kaneshiro is insanely gorgeous. Right, Akanishi Jin will always top my list but Kaneshiro, his deep-set dazzle-frazzle eyes, loopy fringe, chi-chiselled nose took my breath away 15 minutes into the show. The moment he stepped out of the telephone booth. Black suit and that centre parting hair don’t do him justice though.

Look at the poster

And you will expect a plot that goes like this: Chiba, the grim reaper/shinigami interacts with people whose deaths near for a living. Chiba meets girl (manami). Falls in love. Tear-jerker ensues when he realise that he cannot bear to let her go. girl dies. credits roll.

It was anything but. It was funny, light and enjoyable. Kaneshiro looks purrfect in whatever get-up. The 1988 short hair and beige jacket. The informant decked in jacket and greasy hair. The boyish cut clad in washed-out blue. Never did i expect Kaneshiro to be a comedian. When he first put on the headphones in the record store, expression: classic. The other grim reapers were hilarious too.

Chiba: How are the subjects chosen?

Dog: By lot

Chiba: ..

Dog: it’s a joke. Laugh

Few elements might rob it of 4 stars though. 1: the twist was so expected. There were too much hints already. 2: Him liking music was abit too much too. Feels like they were trying to drain the humour out of it by replaying them. Last bit, they didn’t explain Takeko’s story. Recharging ain’t common dude.

Eve of PH

Love spontaneity.

Foursome of us headed down to the cannery last night. Hopped to nectarie where we chomped chomped on cakes. Next stop was highlander. We walked a few rounds before settling on this one. Justine wanted to visit one night stand but age limit forbids so. The live band at Highlander was cool, voice of pearl jam vocalist, belting out the likes of oasis, five for fighting, james blunt. Tried butterscotch. Hmmm, not exactly my type, though. We talked about, well, the usual gossip.

                          

In reference of the bad dream i had. 3rd time i dreamt meself a boy.

yellow book

I love sundays when monday after is a public holiday.

Love the glorious morning of walking up to bright sunshine and no rush to anywhere. Think I’m starting to freak myself out. This is the 2nd time I dreamt I’m a guy. p.a.n.i.c in my dream there is always a girl. a companion. gosh what’s that supposed to mean. It’s bad enough that yours truly is a bitter single at 20 with no glimmer of hope. And now my dream state is telling me to consider, what, turning? yeah, when i’m 30 they jolly well invent a method to reproduce asexually. otherwise i have to resort to naming cats miguel and magdalene. And i’ll have a percival for a parakeet, kerry for a goldfish.

Couldn’t find the darned yellow book today! wanted to read up on cavity prep and amalgam filling for the competency test on this coming wednesday. I really hope I kept it in my locker. nyyaa. Hate it when i can’t find my things around.

ARGH%^$%