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my fair ladies and gentlemen,

behold...



my very first subway meal.

oven roasted chicken sub. YUM-MY. i thought it was a tad bit expensive(you guys probably wouldnt but i did) but the meal was worth it. i mean, parmesan bread with lettuce, capsicum, cucumber, onions, some random sauce(which i have no idea because i couldnt quite catch what the guy was saying so i just said, "ok") and chilli sauce- toasted and served. with of course, my kind of drink. iced milo.

BURRRRP.

yea, go ahead. i know you want to. i know you want to laugh. at me.
but i'm cool with that. why?

because i finally had Subway, y'all.

Books and how to die young.

murders. kidnapping. hostages. bombings. terrorists attacks. mutilations.

these are what i have been dealing with for the past few days. the events that have kept me busy. dont worry, i havent been involved with them, and NO, they're not tv shows that i have been watching.

but yes, i have been reading them.

you see, when my dad returned from china on saturday night, he passed me this book that his friend had given him after he had finished reading it. i opened the book and i was hooked. but it was already 2 am and i was too sleepy to continue(even though i very much wanted to). so sunday morning came, and out came the book. i read it through 7th Heaven, Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, Veronica Mars and i-Robot. it wouldnt leave my sight, and i pretty much didnt allow it to.

this is the book:



it was such a great book that i could imagine hollywood making a movie out of it. i dont know, like starring Harrison Ford or something. the thing is, i finished the book in 2 days because it was so thrilling, that i got all hyped up and excited, only to realise that i had nothing to read anymore.

so on monday(*raises eyebrow*), i borrowed another James Patterson book from the school library.



bam! another good book! i completed it on tuesday.

shit. that wasnt going to work. i needed more. so this morning, i went to school(foolishly again because the lab was still closed) and borrowed two more James Patterson books.


halfway through this...


...and yet to begin this.

i'm hooked, i'm hooked!

ok, onto other matters. i was watching the news just now about the latest controversial ad about the anti-smoking campaign(the one with the lady and the "oral cancer") and how the graphics were too gruesome for viewing and stuff. shocking and disturbing, i agree. but isnt that the whole main purpose?

so anyway, they did this whole campaign thing in the CBD area where they had a "doctor", "patient" and "nurse" there to kind of, show people the effects of smoking. some of the people who walked by were pretty disturbed and asked if the "patient" was real. anyhow, when one of the guys was asked if he would quit smoking after seeing all that, he said, "i still wont quit smoking. it is my freedom."

i wanted to laugh straight at his face. i wish i could just walk straight up to him and laugh at his face. "hi, if you continue smoking, you'll smoke away your freedom, you fire-breathing pork chop. *points index finger at him* ha-ha."

doesnt anyone get the fact that smoking kills?

The Arena

"Singapore's education system breeds elitism."

that was the topic of the debate between Raffles Institution and United World College on The Arena that i just caught on Channel 5. R.I. being the propostion, and UWC being the opposition.

i thought both schools did a pretty good job in trying to prove their points. many times, i agreed with both teams when they made their stands. or at least, i understood what they were trying to say. but then again, i'm not a worthy judge so who am i to comment anyway? but really, do I personally feel that Singapore's education system breeds elitism?

perhaps.

it is true that the government is now coming up with ideas and ways to help students cultivate their talents and skills in sports and the arts, other than just the academics, like how it used to be. yes, some students who do not excel in their studies may possess creative brain juices in their heads and i think the government recognises that. nice.

we're all equal right now, whether you're an ITE, poly or a JC student, because you're being taught to excel in what you're good at- so says the government. i agree with that wholeheartedly. but then there's that point where the proposition stated that the better schools get special scholarships for their students, whereas the students of not-so-elite institutes*cough* dont get as many opportunities. and that is just one of the many points that they stated. and the many points that we can see right now. so...does that mean that elitism is silently breeding from within?

oh well.*shrugs* but you know, regardless of how much effort the government puts in to promote equalisation among people with different educational statuses, we're still being defined based on our academic levels at the end of the day. yes, times are different, and many people have broadened their minds and changed their mindsets. hence i wouldnt say that EVERYONE defines us that way, but the sad truth is, part of the (singapore)society still does. a stubborn mindset is hard to be changed.

society has a strange way of looking at you, doesnt it?

alright, my entry doesnt mean much because HONESTLY, i am not exactly the brightest person to be making comments(or assumptions). but this is just my opinion. agree or disagree, it's your call. just think about it, it's a good question to think about on a tuesday night, no? :)

ok. time to watch some cartoons now.

Twenty Three

i shall blog before my internet goes down on me for the 1902734th time today.

tonight, or last night rather(since it's already 3.30am), i attended this:




my ticket.

and let me just say this. it was awesome.

and i was sitting right in front. *beams*

HAH!( ok i know the picture isnt clear at all)

ok, so i knew she could sing. but i didnt know she could talk as well. talk. and talk. and talk. but it's her talking that kept us entertained. who knew Tristan Prettyman had such humor within her? oh wait. we ARE talking about the girl who wrote the song, "Lindsay Goes To Rehab". alright, i take that back.

Tristan's singing was pitch-perfect. and she did it oh-so-simply. the girl can sing live, y'all! and not only could she sing, she played the guitar so flawlessly as well. it looked like it didnt require much effort at all. HOW DO PEOPLE DO THAT?

basically, Tristan's the female version of Jason Mraz. i see a similarity in the style of music. but she definitely gets credit for creating her own personal style as well. and she did mention this. "Jason says, 'hi,' you guys. " well, HI! :)

and for the record, she kept doing Borat impersonations in between songs because apparently, that girl loves the man from Kazhakstan.

speaking of "myspace", we caught this act before Tristan's show.

i thought the singer was pretty good. she kinda reminded me of corrine may. anyway, check them out at their myspace to find out more.

so basically, Tristan did about 10 songs and 2 encores. Simple As It Should Be(which i went "yay!") and Toxic. YES. Britney's "Toxic". apparently, she did her own cover of it. it was quite interesting. nothing like stevie ann's version.

and not forgetting one more thing. she sang the "Lindsay Goes To Rehab" song! here's the lyrics to it(not the full one though):

"lindsay
you gotta check yourself, check yourself,
before you wreck yourself

lindsay
you gotta drink the coke, drink the coke,
but dont you snort the coke

why so,
why so low?
why so low?
lohan

lindsay
you got a water bottle
that aint no water bottle
that'd be a vodka bottle

lindsay
wilmer's not good for you
harry morton too
jared leto wont do

why so,
why so low?
why so low?
lohan"

*cough* have i mentioned how awesome i thought she was already? heh.

anyway, poor girl lost her luggagedidnt receive her luggage after a long, hard, 26 hout flight from california, and she ended up having to go shopping in singapore. WHICH PROBABLY MEANS, that somewhere out there, on some plane(or island), lies(floats) Tristan's bag full of clothes and...her beautiful guitar!

i dont care about the clothes. just give me the damn guitar!
someone put it up on ebay!

fine. i was just kidding. save your eggs for breakfast. pft.

phew?

my exam results came out yesterday.

yes, i made it to year 3. FINALLY.

now... if only there was a way to actually score.

stupid gpa.

chirp chirp.

remember this?


well,

TAAA-DAAAA.





so pretty.

Prison Break

technology's rapidly advancing. rapidly. i wish we could slow down the pace a little, but unfortunately, there is always someone tech-savvy out there coming up with new ways to improve something. thus... my project.

i also happen to think that it's really comforting to know that the previous four batches have been working on it for 2 years and we're the last group to finish it up, for good. which basically means, compiling everything together. which also basically means, we're done for.

ok. so when you have to spend an entire 7 hours a day in the same lab, staring at the same computer screen, 5 days a week, you'll barely want to touch your computer when you return home. trust me, that's what i've been doing.

what's worse? we're being watched all over, openly and secretly. all that's missing in the picture is a burly guard carrying a baton.

6 months. i might end up with a soft cervical collar on my neck, a shaved head like britney, and glasses with 700 degrees on each lens. wait, let's also include paranoia. and it hasnt even officially begun yet.

what i'm hoping is that we will, at the very least, get A CLUE of what to do by the end of this month. an idea of where to start.
rrriiight.

i must really commend myself right now. what a brave thing i'm doing here, actually using my computer at this time.

oh yeah, there's just one more thing i have to mention. papayas. that's right. one of my favourite fruits has been giving me sharp acute pains in my stomach on 2 alternative nights. i wonder if it's just THAT particular papaya(which my mom had and she was fine), or if it's really the stress. i dont know which it is, but i should probably stay away from papayas for a while. this pain is driving me crazy.

bail me out, somebody!

just a lil' bit of hope

3.40 pm.
i was surfing the internet and was alone at home. the phone rang.

me: hello?
mom: hello.
me: yup?
mom: hey, make sure that the stove isnt on. and the oven, all that, make sure that the gas isnt on. better be careful...
me: wow, you left home at 1.30, and you call me only 2 hours later to make sure that the gas isnt on? so actually, if the gas was on, i would've died 2 hours ago.
mom: i forgot. heh.

4.50 pm.
i was in my room, still surfing the internet. the door opened. i heard my mom walk in.with a high-pitched, soprano-liked voice, she "sang".

mom(in a melody): swee hoon... sweeee hooooon... we're baaaack. sweeeee hoooon... sweee hooon.. we're baaack. sweeee...
me: are you high on drugs?

lol. i know. sorry. i just thought my mom was really cute so i had to blog about it.

also, i received my belated, belated birthday gift from jean yesterday.


this is what it says at the side:

"Pimples are part of the cycle of life and there's only one way to stop the cruel mocking that accompanies them. Take a swig from this pill bottle and spit a mouth full of these candy pills at the person making fun of your pimples. You will finally have the last laugh.

Warning: If the person you spit the pills at is bigger than you, run away quickly and don't look back."

are you kidding me, girl? i love it. :)

in the meantime, i'm still trying to believe, with the littlest hope in my heart, that the SIP thing tomorrow would just be a one-day thing and that we wont have to return to school until a month later, at the very least.

let me console convince myself, will you?

Grace Kelly

ok, i cant post videos from youtube onto my blog anymore because i've got a different username and it's too long and i cant change it and blah blah blah. so i can only put up a link.

check this out.
and he's good live too!

I tried to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I tried a little Freddie
Ive gone identity mad!

i dont think it's as Queen as people have said it is. ok, maybe a little bit. but it doesnt matter.
adore!

it was a typical friday afternoon...

i entered the train at city hall and stood at the area connecting the cabins together. this friendly looking elderly man came in and walked straight to the 2-seater area.

old man: excuse me. *points to sign above that says, "Please offer this seat to someone who needs it more than you do"* let me sit.

one lady stood up and gave him her seat. he gestured for the other lady to move as well. she stood up, and he put his bags and stuffs on the other seat. it was the first time i've actually seen an elderly person do that so i was quite amused. how cute.

bugis. this lady and her little grandson boarded. the adorable little boy ran around the cabin(stepped on my toes while at it) and talked to his grandma about umbrellas or something. the old man smiled at him as the boy noticed the umbrella on his hand. the grandmother smiled and told the boy to call him "ah pek".

but what began as a polite gesture turned sour. you see, for some apparent reason, the old man got offended when that lady had called him an "ah pek". and then this scene began.

*in hokkien*
old man: what "ah pek"? what "ah pek"?
lady(grandma): *confused* huh? no i was telling him that he should call you "ah pek"..
old man: what "ah pek"? so rude! how can you anyhow call me that? huh? HUH? in taiwan, little boys call old men "ye ye", or "ah gong".. why must you call me "ah pek"? HUH?

of course, by then, that had attracted the attention of the entire cabin.

lady: what? was i wrong to ask him to call you an "ah pek"? was i wrong to be polite?
old man: "ah pek"?! you cant call me ah pek! why dont call me "ah gong"? in taiwan, blab blab blab blab yak yak yak yak(of course that wasnt what he said but that was what it sounded like to me after 5 minutes of his ranting)...
lady: crazy! *brings her grandson to stand at the other exit* *speaking to the rest of the people in the cabin* was i wrong to call him an "ah pek"? i was being polite, wasnt i? why cant i call him "ah pek"?
old man(shouting at her): blab blab blab blab "ah pek", yak yak yak yak "ah gong", blah blah blah blah blaaaaah

by then, people from the other cabins were all looking in, wondering what the whole ruckus was. after another 3 minutes, the old man was still at it while the lady couldnt wait to get off the train.

this refined looking caucasian guy stood up and walked to the old man.

caucasian: here. take a dollar and shut up.
old man(in english): what? you go away! i dont want your dollar. go! not your problem, why you come? huh? you think i dont know english ah? go away ah. she call me "ah pek"(here we go again) blah blah blah... what your problem?

the guy walked back to his seat, absolutely annoyed, while the old man continued his ranting out loud, this time, at the caucasian too. the thing was, he continued the "ah pek" complain even after the lady got off the train with her grandson.

random student: shut up.
old man: *looks out* what? who called me to shut up ah? who? you got problem ah? you rude ah! what shut up?
random man 1: the whole train wants you to shut up.
old man: what whole train? not happy ah? call the captain come lah! call lah!
random man 2: ok, hey, boy boy? boy boy? keep quiet, ok?
old man: you keep quiet ah! (and yet another 10 minutes of constant ranting)

the indian tourist(with 2 huge luggages) sitting opposite him tried avoiding eye contact.

5 minutes later...
old man(to tourist): you know what i argue about just now? that woman ah, call me "ah pek". you know in taiwan, jdgaklifgoqaivunak fjasdfkbaiuefhgla adjhfalsdkhjfsaM...
old man: and then, that one*looks at the caucasian*, want to give me money. for what? i dont want your money. those europeans ah, fair skin, huh, all that high education..for what? think i dont know how to speak english ah? i can speak english a bit you know!

by then, the caucasian guy could not be bothered anymore. the old clown finally got off at tampines. hah. "CUTE". i take that back. some people on the train were annoyed, some were amused, and some were so annoyed that they were amused.

me? i spent the entire time with my head lowered, cap pulled down to cover most of my face, while i, you know, laughed my ass off. what a torture, to have to laugh alone. oh yes, i also happened to be soaked like a peking duck.

just like i said, it was a typical friday afternoon...