Besotted with Dai Yang Tian

Karen was surprised that a monolingual person like me would watch Ch 8 dramas. Well, I’m a big fan of local initiatives, maybe except for their movies.

So the latest offering The Little Nonya had me staying faithful to the television set once the clock struck nine. I’ll elaborate more of the drama someday but today the highlight is the very gorgeous Japanese photographer who is played by new sign on Dai Yang Tian.

Anyway, Dai Yang Tian’s character is going to die this coming friday! Oh man. He’s pretty cute to watch and I like watching him & Jeanette Aw together. Oh well, just as well since I’ll be in Vietnam the whole week after this and I’m not going to miss watching him.

Just to illustrate my point. (Elvin Ng, move aside)

 He’s 24 and hailed from Shang Hai. Sounds alot like a little classmate of mine.

What was intended to be a pleasurable cycle around the neighbourhood turned out to be a hell’s ride when my bike tyre went flat on me. And with much obstinancy I continued on, unwilling to change my plans to get a new haircut and buy some story books. I generated so much friction from my crazy peddling why I could start a fire just like that.

When I got home, confident that The Workout of The Year would shed some fat that has been around with me for years but upon stepping onto the scale, it read exactly the same. What lies.

Someone must have rigged the scales.

On friday I received a sweet postcard about trees. Thank you, girl:) Feel so much better now.

fried rice

I am on this accelerated programme to get fat, quick.

After pharmaco on thursday, the eight of us made our way to parkmall for some serious gut stuffing at sakae sushi. It was a hurried affair of ordering, passing plates, stacking them and ordering some more. I scarfed down an average of 5-6 plates on my own, a very miserable number considering 8 would be sufficient to recoup the cost.

My chopsticks were married to the plates of kakiage.

Satiated, we talked about silly stuff. About the correlation between menopause and buddhism, how menopause and pms can actually aggravate matters, and the reason why fish don’t have hearts because I haven’t eat them before.

Yesterday I went out with the full-membered lucky 7 as well as shim to celeberate waikit’s birthday. We split the roles. The guys went to tailor a shirt for waikit, and went to make their own each as well, while the girls had jco donuts at rafflescity. Next up was lunch at shokudo. We shared rosti and some green tea & red bean mochi dessert. Indian poker gave shim & waikit the chance to smooch each other. Very funny that shim admitted to the mysterious penguin gift.

Following lunch we walked a terrible distance to the singapore flyer. We had a particular feel good moment when we shared one nice thing about each other. Funny how I spend more time spreading malice instead of goodwill. It also reminded me how much I’d changed since last year. Huien climbed up this mound of grass and did some serious slashes with an imaginary light sabre. Liyong went to ask this girlfriend for a photo and was promptly rejected, no least due to our very not discreet laughter from across the empty tarmac.

Dinner at popeye. It was lih’s virginal experience with the biscuit and mashed potato. Huien was giving some important education to the guys on pillows and lying prone while doing something. Boon joined us shortly after. Train ride with lih make me realised how much we had in common.

Hanging out with the lucky seven is really interesting. It’s like getting to know everyone again. Pretty fun.

I could have said more. But my two flying fingers are not feeling up to it today.

I should be gone, cast away

On monday, by a strange turn of events, I wound up as Ms Dentistry nominee. Omg, it sounds alot more corny in written form. If you’ve met me in real person, you will know our class’s chances are thus near zero. Well, I’m not so keen myself, -i dread thinking about all the silly things we might have to do during the segment- but I say i’ll be a sport. I should like to think we have all outgrew the “Noo! I don’t want! they all sabo me one loh.”

Hello, grow up.

Lovely discoveries this week: The Submarines & The Concretes. The Submarines Declare A New State features music arrangement akin to Architecture in Helsinki but minus the raspy hushed voices. Peace & Hate got me smiling, followed by Clouds and Brighter Discontent.

The Concretes! Friends of Camera Obscura:D Catchy sweet melodies that’s so easy to like. Happy music. Thank goodness for kelvin who told me about them. It’ll be quite fun if they pop by singapore one day. I’m sure there’s fans here.

Was doing a little bit of reflection earlier on, no need to password protect anything. From last year to now I’ve become somewhat different. Some change, here & there. With the good and as well, the bad. Priorities shifted & I’m definitely not over the edges now that I’m lagging behind for fp, rp and studies. I’ve picked up more stuff and become slightly more extremist in terms of interests, views and behaviour. One big boo-boo is my growing short-temper. I really think i should curb it now & then, instead of raising my blood pressure over trivial matters. More irrational behavior and more distractions.

The december break should do some good.

hand on the throttle

So out of sheer spontaneity I had lunch with the lucky seven at white dog cafe. Turned out to be really fun, chatting with albert, huien & liyong. Refreshing as it was, it’s really cool to see how close-knit and funny the lucky seven are. They can repeat the virtues of waikit 20 times a day like they’re promoting some new credit card at a roadshow. & they never tire of suan-ing each other.

Past five & we went to minds for some boardgaming since there weren’t any good movies worth watching. Adversity is kinky. With huien it’s hilarious as the limits to her horny-ness is far beyond any of our comprehension. Lady Steaton anyone?

Mac after, for a bite. More chatter and accumulating bad karma. I was pretending to be a horoscope oracle, dispensing ludicrous advice. So what am I, scientist or part-time oracle. I would like to be the former so i can continue lambasting and take a lift down when I reach post-life.

Planning my cards nicely and hoping to do some serious invasion. bwahahaha.

What do bored people do

Create lists of course.

Some pretty cool album art that had graced my ipod screen from time to time.

On a final note, I found this while finding the pictures. how lovely!

http://www.sadrobots.ca/ , a separate website created for the ep specially. It’s really pretty, somewhat inspired by guillermo del toro’s work i feel.

 

Will do a blackwell equivalent of the same heading sometime soon.

SCHOOPER TWOOPER

I was sick and tired of everything
When I called you last night from Glasgow
All I do is eat and sleep and sing
Wishing every show was the last show
So imagine I was glad to hear you’re coming
Suddenly I feel all right
And it’s gonna be so different
When I’m on the stage tonight
Super Trouper lights are gonna find me
Shining like the sun
Smiling, having fun
Feeling like a number one
Super Trouper (dreams) beams are gonna blind me
But I won’t feel blue
Like I always do
‘Cause somewhere in the crowd there’s you

Facing twenty thousand of your friends
How can anyone be so lonely
Part of a success that never ends
Still I’m thinking about you only
There are moments when I think I’m going crazy
But it’s gonna be alright
Everything will be so different
When I’m on the stage tonight

The Monster Song

I’ve finally collected Stars tickets, hurray. That’s $272.60 tossed out of the window in the midst of the next big depression. Hope I won’t have to trade these precious studs for a baguette anytime soon. Can’t say I’m awfully excited over the seating arrangement, but really I should get over bashing myself over the delayed response & guards down. Fifteen minutes staring blankly before the screen, with one nervous finger lightly resting on the mouse, all ready and jitty to go. That’s effort flushed down the sink.

Adele sings. Perfect for the weather. Makes me want to roll on the concrete ground & have my hair strewn all over my face in limp fashion. I could attempt to walk but I have too much friction.

With the exception of pharmaco, school has been highly uneventful these days. Dr Fred Wong rocks. By far the best lecturer I’ve seen this year. He revealed to us the origins behind the name Warfarin, an anticougulant. & told us that NUS has been trying to develop her own blockbuster drug as well. Well, we will all know when we start seeing nusarin off the shelves of Watsons. He also shared with us the tip on how to remember 2,7,9 & 10. I hope he becomes a full fledged prof one day. I’ll be rooting for him.

Of Psapp I think i should be going for their gig come march next year. That is, if BDS permits. The camel’s back was lovely, so was the monster song.

You’re such a letdown. Allowing the culmination of many unfortunate events get into your head. But what really saved me yesterday was that I was not alone. How uncanny. Despite being seated at the same cluster we didn’t see each other. & while we have differing tastes as to where to play hide & seek, i hope we find each other next time. Thanks alot. Meant alot to me.

Couple of days back I rediscovered Ayumi Hamasaki. Reminded of the brief adolescent days when I went gaga over the reigning queen’s I AM. I still do, it’s undisputably one of the best album around. Nostalgua swept & I felt like 14 all over again. M, Dearest, Endless Sorrow, Evolution, You & Me these are the Jpop classic staples.

I’m going to be a super trooper.

flopcorn nation

In a dystopian society concocted from the wiry imagination of yours truly, democrary has gone out of fashion. First let’s establish a name. We have an obsession for names. Everything that exist should have a name. Why, sometimes when we ran out of objects to lay our name-calling skills on we start to have different names for the same thing. Death Cab for the Cutie happens to think so too.

Flopcorn nation.

When civilians are denied rights to vote and pave the direction the country should head they incite riots and burn down buildings in non-environmental friendly and money-wasting styles. Neither as spectacular as how action flicks were made, nor very exciting for all those affected either. So when all the dust has settled and anger assuaged, the people of the nation were finally given a touch of empowerment. Voting rights. A silent victory to those who cannot stand their obnoxious & cocky mps who only wave and smile.

And these liberated ordinary beings reciprocate by birthing apathetic children who don’t really care much for the elections unless the voting episode resembles a long-winded plot of a drama with big dirt and quotes that passed from mouth to mouth.

So, as I have said. Democracy died. So what engine would the governing body run on now. Monarchy shall never see the light of the day anymore, residing only in bare whispers within pages of musky history texts. We might see a resurrection of the D-model one day. Well, with time spanning an eternity human beings can only run in circles. We will run out of ideas one day. So let’s return to primitive stage one when we get there. 

Having studied several models of leadership & governance, the government decided to hop onto the bandwagon of religion. After all, faith can move mountains. You’ll never need to pay a penny to feed your army. Faith is self-sustaining. How convenient. Therefore Mr president decided to fire his entire cabinet of policy makers and ushered in a whole new wardrobe of psychologists, motivational speakers and marketing team to lead the country instead.

A religion out of a government sounds absurd; bringing polar opposites and redefining the term secular nation. But heck. Anything goes these days. Mr President, of course, being at the helm, can only assume one position. What’s above the white house. The sky & the clouds. Mr P decided to bestowed upon himself divine rights and immense powers that stretched beyond the universe and dimensions. A change of branding; he called himself Mr G.

G comes before P. G above P.

So the marketing team brainstormed. A change of name isn’t good enough. How do one get elevated to the status of being divine being. Well, he could wear a mask. But a mask with a silly-looking symbol on it no one can pull it off unless it’s the FDP. In the first place, to steer large scale events in accordance to wilful fantasies of a group of young boys hiding in a grassy shelter is as ridiculous as the symbol itself.

A metallic mask then. But now, we wouldn’t want to associate the leading power with a particular cannibal would we.

How about relegating all the power to a giant computer? After we lived in a highly advanced age of dominating technology and sophistication. But computers can go astray. It can start formulating a list of people to kill and manipulate ordinary civilians to carry out the grand plan. Yes, that movie with eye in the title. Besides, why would someone who still type with two miserable fingers want to revolve her story around the unfamilar territory of di..digi..digital age.

I know why people lapsed into write’s block. It’s because when they reach a certain part it’s just so boring to continue on.

Can I go straight to describe a car chase that’s probably more exciting?

End of chapter One.

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