The usual sub.

6-inch Italian

Veggie Delite

Cheesed and toasted

Everything except for onions and jalapeno

Sweet onion for sauce

Small meal with a White Chip macademia Nut Cookie

I'm a happy girl.

Siao had a craving for Subway today, so that was what we had for lunch today. I found myself munching on one of my favourite subs again: the Veggie Delite. I swear it's not a diet thing (coincidence that I discovered  it while declaring I want to diet), I just happened to find a salad sandwich (literally) really yummy.

veggie delite for the day. yum.

Just a few moments ago I was wondering why are these sandwiches called subs, and I found the answer on Wikipedia. Apparently, it is because of their resemblance to submarines. And I always thought it was just a name popularized by Subway. Oh well, we learn something new everyday.

Honey Baked Cornflakes

I've been wanting to make this for a very long time, and I finally went to get some cornflakes from NTUC today. It's really an easy snack to make, and I can see myself doing this together with my kid in the future, if I ever get around to having any.

colourful? I got them from Daiso, $2/pack of 20 cups.

The cups are really tiny, so I took quite awhile to fill them up. If I'm ever using these cups again, I'd probably crush the cornflakes to smaller bits so that they'll fit better.

stir-fry

It's sheer heatiness (pu zua) I tell you. But it's yummy pu zua!

Done.

I was thinking of video we came up with for our ICT project sometime back as I was filling up the cups. A project that went quite smoothly, but almost caused me a heart-attack on presentation day! Haha. I'm really glad we're rid of projects for the next three months... it's the holidays babeh!

The aspiring domestician

To be dead honest, okay, not really.

I made dinner for my family last night. Bamboo shoots, mushrooms and minced meat braised in soya sauce plus a dish of steamed asparagus (makes it lose all the crunchiness, I'm frying it the next time round). It was fun! Cooking is a really fun process, all that chopping (I love chopping), washing, preparation work... the laughs that you get as a result come as a bonus sometimes.

Till the next masak masak session, will try to include pictures!

ps. This might come a little late, for someone who's turning 21 like me, but I finally know what's the right amount of water to use for cooking rice, and that starting with big flames result in cracked eggs if you're boiling them. Don't laugh at me please.

Nothing versus everything

It feels like nothing has changed; here we are, chatting like the best of pals who've known each other for the longest time, and yet, everything has changed. We were just strangers a few months back.

That was what one of my very first windsurf instructors said to me yesterday. Time flies like an arrow, how true. It is the only constant that never change, nor stop. 

It's not meant to be, because I deserve better.

Now, I'll just need to get over it.

Learning to use the harness in windsurfing.

see that black thing he's got wrapped around his waist?

I used to think that the harness is just a diaper-looking like contraption that only really good windsurfers use. It actually works like a trapeze, and it's supposed to take some weight of the sail off the arms so that you can actually last longer while you're out surfing the waves.

When I 'took over' the shortboard and hardsail some few weeks back, I was pleasantly surprised to find out that it a harness was included. I didn't spend a lot of time with it on though, I was trying to get my balance on the board instead. So after the few bonding sessions with the new board, I guess I have more or less found my balance (in light wind conditions, that is). My master shifu decided that it was time for me to learn to use the harness so that it'll be less tiring and more enjoyable when I head out on my board.

He came up with the really ingenious idea of communicating with me via a walkie talkie while I was out there, moving about on the water and he was dry on the shore. So I had a walkie strapped to my left upper arm, and heard the occasional buzzing of it while surfing. It went from something like "Okay Aijia, now I need you to go upwind a bit more. Ahh okay good, you're in a good upwind position now" to something like "uhh I think you're going into the no-go zone... bare away, bare away" to something like "Now tack, and head for the bay where Chubby is, and then try to hook on", to which I responded with a lot of "Huh?!!!!" and "Orh okay!", "What? I cannot hear you!" and "Ahhhhhh!!!!" before I fell into the waters. Now that I think about it, it was pretty hilarious. I laughed out loud to myself when all I heard was muffled blurb blurbs after I capsized and the walkie was submerged in the water. Haha. I think I'm really lucky to have such wonderful windsurfing mentors, hundred and one marks for all the effort and passion they have for passing on the love for windsurfing.

Right, so let's get back to the topic. Guess the first thing you'll need to do is to learn how to put on the harness. There's a few clips to clip on, and you'll find a hook in place of a buckle somewhere around your waist. The next thing you'll probably need to do is to adjust the harness lines so that you can hook/unhook easily; for beginners like me, you might want to have it a little longer. It's definitely easier to hook on, but I can't say the same for unhooking (I jumped to try unhooking myself in a fumble quite a number of times). 

Getting the right balance is definitely important before you decide to hook on. I realized on Saturday that people can be more stable on different sides of the board while windsurfing; and I guess I'm stronger on the starboard tack. Once you're hooked onto the boom, the next thing to do will be to lean back. I thought we were supposed to get into a sitting position, but apparently you're not supposed to sit too much on your harness. Once again, I guess it's about finding that balance. If you've successfully made use of your harness, you'd feel a load off your arms. Hands are still on the boom, but you're not exerting any effort on them. I didn't manage to shift the weight from my arms to my bum successfully so I now have some near-blisters on my palms.

And falling while you're hooked on, that was one scary thought for me. Okay, make that a few scary thoughts. What if I don't manage to unhook before I fall into the water? What if I drown as a result? Can I unhook underwater? Will my sail break? The answer to all that questions, is not to panic when that happens. In order to NOT tear/break your sail, you're supposed to fall in a push-up position. So, both hands on the boom, legs straightened out... and fall. I don't know how that is supposed to work, but it's working so far... so until I find out someday, I don't really care. There were a couple of times where I took a longer time than usual to surface from under my sail, and it got a little scary when I felt myself getting out of breath. Golden rule, is still to maintain calm when such things happen. Unhook the harness from the harness line underwater as quickly as you can, surface. Something that an ex-boyfriend said (and I think makes a hell lot of sense): When you're in deep shit, struggling will only make you go deeper. So, there you have it, be calm!

I do realize it's been an entry full of windsurfing jargon. If you've come so far with me, you must either be 1) another windsurfer, 2) I can't think of anybody else hehe. It was really sunny yesterday; I didn't apply enough sunblock and just got myself a shade darker. Again.

chocolate.

Have a few laughs

Cute, talented. Swoons.


ahahahah he is funny as hell please.

and of course, Susan Boyle. I thought it was quite cute when Piers Morgan asked her out for a date. haha.

Screw the diet.

I'm hungry and angry. Hungry because I skipped dinner, and angry because I skipped dinner. I should just start to eat healthily instead of skipping my meals; my stomach's growling and urgh, I'm just feeling really restless with an empty stomach. All I had for the entire day was just two slices of toasted bread with some condensed milk on them, and lots of drinks (an iced chocolate, a riesling, iced milo, and iced tea). Don't be harsh on me, I promise to start eating again when I wake up tomorrow.

Anyway, I met a really cool and friendly bunch of people in salsa class today. I finally have salsa dancing mates, yipeeyay. Let's hope we'll be dancing frequently in time to come.

Checked my school posting, and I got posted to Bendemeer Primary and Secondary for my School Experience in July. I'm really happy with it because they're both so near my place; no long travelling distance and time. 

It's been a whole lot of random chunks of information, I'm really sorry bout that but if you must, blame it on the diet. Ugh. 

Us.

I couldn't believe when I raised my voice at him; everything just streamed out of my mouth so smoothly. I know it was harsh, but it was all said in a moment of pique and I meant nothing more than for him to reflect. To reflect that the whole world does not revolve around him and that he should just stop being rude. 

Short for short, long for long.

last day of exams, on my way to the exam hall.

I couldn't contain all that happiness within me as I took that shot. The whole time, I was grinning to myself and turning my head around to see if anyone's looking. It was last Friday, just before the Phonetics paper.

Over tuition yesterday (on a totally random note), I observed how my 6 year-old girl, Hoho, seemed to fumble over her rulers when we came across questions that required her to match pictures to words by drawing straight lines. She picked out the long ruler specifically for the longer lines, and the short ruler for the shorter lines. 

I thought it was cute, what she did, but the more I thought about it, the more I feel it shouldn't be the way things go. I wanted to tell her nope, the rulers work either way but then I realized I should be telling myself that instead. Whoever said you can't use a short ruler to draw a long line, is an idiot. I am an idiot, the girls will know why.

Some door-to-door salesman knocked on the door earlier on. Right after I declined to make a purchase and shut the door behind me, Dad rattled on incessantly about how these salesmen ("any Tom, Dick or Harry" were the exact words he used) might break into the house if you ever open your doors to them, so keep the doors shut blah blah yadah yadah. I was annoyed, very annoyed, and I told him "If you don't want to buy, just tell them you're not interested. Why do you have to judge people like that?" That shut him up. I carnnot stand my dad sometimes, not that I'm a bad daughter.

ps. I just realized both of us posed with ice-cream in our FB display pictures.

Carbo-loading dinner with the girls

picture sources: here & here

I think I just had enough carbos for the entire week (rest of the week, I mean) over dinner. Cooked ourselves a pasta dinner; it consisted of some yummy ravioli and spaghetti drenched in tomato and a cream-based sauce, as well as some lagsana (shir's a genius please). I chopped onions for the first time in my life, and now I cannot help but agree that chopping onions make one tear. And I used to think it was nothing but some overrated rubbish. Totally goes to show how undomesticated I am. 

Oh well, I have the holidays to buck up a little. Cheer for me okay.

ps. I love bumming around like what we just did tonight. Girlfriends over boyfriends anytime babeh.

Insurance agents...

I don't really fancy all that hardselling that insurance agents use most of the time; I think it's synthetic personalization at its best. Everything sounds too good to be true, they seem to know exactly what you're going through and you'd probably think you're a fool or something if you didn't take up the offer. And when you finally have time to look back and think about it, you go "hey I already have two insurance savings plans... Why do I even need a third one?!"

Not giving in today no matter what, I've got my mind set on that.

Yet another great weekend

Hung out with the OWY/Kantang peeps on Saturday night at Weisheng's 21st birthday chalet. It was a night of catching up, making fun of each other (yet again), barbecued crabsticks and chicken wings, mahjong and poker. We came up with a new name for the clique, through the blending of OWY and Kantang. So now, what we have is... Otang. Very wtf, but who cares! Called each other by our new names; I'm Kaya thank you very much, Zl's Guyu (butter), Long's Nutella and Wenyun's Michael! This is so secondaryschoolish; I cannot remember when was the last time I thought about nicknames for friends.

As usual, I'm glad for the comany of these people. We realized it's been about 8 years now, ever since we first met in 2001 via CCHMS. Some of us've changed, while some remained pretty much the same. Whatever it is, I'm glad things turned out the way they are right now and I do know I have a bunch of awesome friends.

Sunday was spent windsurfing with Uncle Ben. The upwind ride was not too bad (as per Mingle's comments); light onshore wind with rather strong currents. We took our time and headed for Bedok Buoy; I didn't manage to round it from the port side despite having come so close to it (probably within 10 metres), tried a few tacks in order to reach the buoy but gave up in the end and headed for Bedok Jetty instead. Same thing happened again, but I could understand why I couldn't get any closer this time round. The currents were simply too strong. I learnt about positioning your foot and shifting your weight around in order to control the direction in which the board's pointing, played about with that theory a little. Ben spent some time waiting for me to get upwind, but I guess I looked pretty hopeless back there. Going upwind on a shortboard is a bitch! I really enjoyed the surf on Sunday though; the conditions were really what most shortboarding beginners wouldn't mind.

Ahh. I love my life the way it is now.

Epilating virgin no more!

The vainpot in me is emerging, slowly but surely (I'm a latebloomer lor). Of late, I've started paying more attention to tiny details on my body, brows, leg hair, arm hair, and I was freaked out when I realized I actually have quite a lot of body hair on me. Must.get.rid.of.them.

brAun gets girly...

I thought an epilator could be a long-term solution to most of my hairy problems, so I finally got myself one from Best, Plaza Sing yesterday. Wasn't very sure what to be looking for in an epilator, so I was pretty much sold on the first set that the salesman introduced me to (yes I'm a sucker like that). He tried it on my forearms and it didn't hurt as much as I'd thought it would and, I liked the feel of it in my hands, so, I took that back home with me.

It was my first time epilating so I didn't know very much what to be doing. But the hairs came off anyway, so I figured I was on track. 

If it's your first time epilating... 

1. Do take a hot-water shower because that helps to open your pores and reduces the pain while your hairs are being plucked.

2. Keep your skin dry and moisture-free. 

3. Trim your hairs (if they are long). Pain level is directly proportional to the length of your hairs, so keep them short if you can.

4. Make your hairs stand; run your hands through them so that it will be easier for them to be plucked out.

5. Hold the epilator's head perpendicular to your skin; keeping the tweezer surface on your skin as much as possible. Have fun!

List was produced based on personal experience, so expect variations here and there okay.

mine comes with rollers; supposedly a massaging function

I took around 30 minutes to get the hairs on my legs and arms off. It started of with funny-feeling sensations; think ticklish and painful at the same time. I stifled a few giggles and quickly got used to it. Pain, was definitely present, but it was also definitely tolerable. No more unsightly body hair on me now! Anyway, it feels good running my hands through the smooth and hair-free legs of mine now!

The semester's really over now.

what I did to my bedroom wall

analysis of exam texts, revision notes and stuff

No prizes for guessing right what this entry is going to be about; everyone hates me for finishing exams this early. I'm feeling tired; haven't gotten a proper rest since last night, so let me try to make this snappy aye? 

Headed down to Mustafa Centre with Gena and Jane so that they could get new watches. The two are constantly in bicker mood, and you cannot help but laugh at what they're talking/arguing about sometimes. Ha. Funny duo! 

gena & jane, waiting for the green man to come on

We took a short walk through Little India and it totally made me realize how effing hot the sun can get at 12 noon. Proceeded down to Plaza Singapura to catch The Shinjuku Incident after filling our tummies with some Ajisen ramen. 

numbers

I must admit that I wasn't really used to Jackie Chan not being the usual funny guy in this movie. There were so many slashing scenes in the movie, and me being the scaredy cat that I've always been, I kept wishing there'd be less slashing while squirming in my seat.

After the show, I got on the train back home, only to receive Jueming's call telling me to get back to Plaza Sing to meet some of the peeps for dinner. So we got Weisheng his birthday present and moved over to Marina Square for supper/dinner. The guys were bent on having Sakae's midnight buffet (they ignored my countless number of protests lor wtf), so we hung around for a short while before it was time for that.

I was super tired throughout; the lack of sleep from last night affected me quite badly, and I took every opportunity to sleep whenever I could in their company. I slept while the commercials were aired before the movie played, slept again while watching Wenyun play some old-school arcade joy-stick controlled game, and I even fell asleep at Sakae (carn you believe it?) after I'd more or less had my fill.

boys that I've known for 8 years at least, we've come a long way man

old-school or old-school?

hm, weird guys.

caught staring.

caught sleeping (not very proud of that), I could hear them play finger games though; losers had to eat the edamame peas (wtf I'd rather lose if that's the case please).

The sleeping bug gnawing at me again, I guess this all means it's time... for another entry soon! Love you guys, continue keeping up the good work!

Last minute notes

So in between some last minute revision last night, I packed up.. And half of what's been lying around in my hall room for the past 2 semesters is now in the car boot. I'm left with the fridge, my bedsheets, the laundry basket and some tiny miscellaneous items to bring back now.
I've just polished off a 4th veggie sub for breakfast and i'll try to cramp some last minute notes into my head now. Three and a half more hours before I can bid the academic year goodbye. Can't wait!

Good morning to you, if you've just woken up... Or haven't been sleeping, like me.

One down, one more to go

I put down the pen with a final heave of the chest. My god, I haven't written this fast and furious in the longest time and I was panting at the end of it. The entire literal regurgitation process left me breathless, I swear.

Headed to the bookshop to get a dictionary for tomorrow's phonetics paper (how more last minute can I get?), got myself a Veggie Delite from Subway (I know you're finding it hard to believe I enjoy eating a no-meat sandwich, me too) that was yum, and drove off to meet the 3 musketeers so that David could drive and I could eat my sandwich on the car wtf. We dropped by Bukit Timah and they updated me on the latest juicy news going on among the windsurf peeps.

13 more hours to go before the end of the semester. Now I'll just need to complete the rest of my revision for the paper later. Whoosh.

Low-Carbo Diet

My stomach is not taking very well to today's low-carbo diet; I'm hungry, but I'm fighting the urge to go get some fries from Mac's. Argh!

Blogging from iPhone

Guess this'll get pretty useful when I don't have my lappy with me!

HTHT over RK's pratas and roti john

With the girls. I love them for putting up with my nonsense, such as the never-ending stream of obscenities that's flowing out of my mouth and my rantings about life. No one else'll probably be able to take this kind of shit from me as well as they do. And assuring that there's nothing wrong with me. Time for a hug.

ps. I think I've grown man berries of some sort or something; doing things so recklessly.

Guys who play the disappearing act

Don't you just hate them?

Baby steps in Hardsail and Shortboarding

My second attempt on the shortboard turned out much, much better. The initial part made me felt like I was learning how to windsurf from scratch again; thank goodness it was progressive.

Wind conditions? It was blowing onshore, so you can imagine the difficulty I faced trying to tack upwind. I must have surfed parallel to the shore (and was still stuck in the bay) so many times that people started thinking to themselves "What the hell is this girl doing here after such a long time man?" The currents weren't that strong, since I didn't manage to drift as quickly as I did last week (thank goodness).

Having gotten out of the bay after countless of tacks, I tried to go as upwind as I could; fixed the shoulders and shifted them as back as I could, shifting the weight forward in the meanwhile. All the advice Mingle & Samuel gave worked! The OldBirdGang (until I come up with a better name for them hur) were floating around somewhere near the entrance of the bay and they shouted a lot of stuff at me as I passed by; but I only managed to catch what Chubby said, which went something like "foot don't cross centre line! ahh like that..!", to which I promptly brought my foot towards the side.

Managed to complete a few tacks, and I conclude that I need to work on my agility and my reflexes need to speed up a lot more. If there's going to be an award for the person with the most retarded reflexes, it's definitely going to me. Oh, and double it up with the windsurfer-with-the-worst-wind-sense award too.

Janice brought her two adorable rabbits to the club today. While it rained, we had fun petting and feeding them with food pellets. Talk about entertaining ourselves while we're not out there surfing.

Anyway, I'm really happy with the little I've managed to do today; why rush into things when I can take it slowly? So tomorrow, I'm going to continue taking my baby steps in this windsurfing journey of mine, I hope. Patching of sail counts too right?!

ps. I think the rigging and unrigging periods of windsurfing are the most tiring; I started breaking out in sweat as I carried the board down from the rack.

I promise I'll go study after this!

I think I've got the itchiest hands in the world sometimes... Decided to have a go at plucking my own brows half an hour ago, and I am regretting it already. Brows brows hear my plea and grow back quickly please!

ps. I heard rubbing hard liquor onto them will enhance growth, anyone of you tried it before?

Elephants and hippopotamous

Rainy days are good for sleeping in and nothing else.

And as of today, I officially hate driving on rainy days. It gets really scary when your visibility is reduced to 25 centimetres all around.

The first paper's only 6 days away and I'm not even halfway through my notes (what's new). I am thankful beyond words that there're only two papers that I need to take. Don't hate me okay, I did not plan my modules or choose how many exam papers to take.

I'm high on language in context notes; information overload please.

What I'm digging

This is totally the wrong time but, I'm so digging Doc Martens right now. What funkay boots!

Fuck I'm procrastinating again

I hate it I hate it I hate it; I totally hate how I'm not doing anything about it. I woke up an hour later than yesterday (great, one less hour to procrastinate) and spent three hours at the tutees' place hoaxing the kids to do their work. The things I do just to get their attention... I hope nobody ever sees it.

Oh, and the period's finally here; can't tell you how glad I am cause' the past few days've been nothing but nehneh-aching.

I've been a lousy friend

For two years in a row, I messaged Jueming two days before his actual birthday. Sorry ah brother. Hee.

ps. Hungry and grumpy. urgh.

Poker Face

If you haven't heard this song before, obviously you haven't been tuning in to local radio for awhile. I think most of the songs by Lady Gaga (that I've heard) have a really catchy and infectious beat to them. Anyway, I realized her alveolar plosives in "No you can't read mine poker face" are super pronounced. Do I sound like I've been binging on my phonetics notes? I guess not, I haven't even started on them for goodness' sake! Tsk.

I've been watching a lot of shuffling videos on youtube for the past few days, and I totally want to learn it. Trance, I suppose that's the music used for those dance steps, has not really been my cup of tea since I started listening to my first CD (M2M btw) in primary school because I used to think it gave me headaches. But but but, I now think it's not bad... hm, some of the tracks can be really nice. Ben was telling me it looked something that came out of a 天龙八部video, roll my eyes. Hope I'll get down to figuring out those online tutorials after exams are over!

Anyway, something that I'd like to share (verbatim)...

Thank you very much for waiting for me, by that fountain. Thank you for being so understanding. Thank you for understanding that I need to build a career, so that I can build a life with you. So that we can live together, 2 persons, 1 life, 1 heart.

I love you!

For trusting me. Letting me have my late nights with my friends even though you know there are girls in the group. Thank you! Trust me, my darling, you are the love of my life. Please do not doubt my love for you, my darling. My heart is big, but there's only space for you. Because you pui-pui*, take up all the spaces.

*this means fat in Hokkien

I came across this card that DJ wrote me while I was cleaning up the room last night. Quite the linguist, wasn't he? We broke up two months after he gave me the card, and I came to the conclusion that he is nothing but a fucking liar. Or rather, it doesn't pay to be nice; good girls/guys finish last. Seriously.

my favourite time of the week

Windsurfing, friends' company, the oh-so-familiar bed and... some more of friends' company.

On Saturday, I had my first go on a shortboard. I am not rich enough to buy a set of windsurf equipment on my own, but no matter about that, because the ever-resourceful Mingle popped up with what seemed like a deal too good to be missed. I took over a nice lady's equipment; took over because I didn't pay for the board and sail per se, but instead, I paid for the rental storage for the next quarterly. The guys described the lady to me as a pretty, slim and fair-skinned air-stewardess who doesn't come down to surf anymore. So... three days after my msn conversation with Mingle and S$205 later, I am now a proud co-owner (of sorts la hur) of a bubblegum-coloured shortboard and a 6 square-metres hardsail.

With the help of 3 others, the board was given a good rinsing and ready to be used in a jiffy. Was given a 15-minute crash course on equipment handling; rigging of sail, attachment of mast-foot to the board, etc etc, and spent another good whole 10-minutes following instructions on the proper way of wearing a harness/making adjustments and what-nots.

I would say my first experience on the shortboard was quite terrible, albeit the memorability. The moment my sail caught wind, I started drifting. Note, I said drifting, not surfing. The wind was really light, and I should've known better to sheet in a little more. I was nearing Bedok Jetty faster than I could perform a tack, and trying to get back was seriously a nightmare. I did not accomplish the task of getting back; halfway through, Mingle decided to be nice and came to my rescue on the big and steady club board. We exchanged boards but the rescue craft came shortly after, so I hitched a ride back to the club, leaving my other rescuer to fend for himself. 

How long he took to come back, I can't remember if it's one or two hours. But I do remember his girlfriend, Janice, asking me from time to time, "Do you see him anywhere?" In fact, I think just about everyone else was curious about where he was. When he finally came back on the rescue craft after he's made very good progress from where we left him (gf couldn't take it anymore and asked the boat uncle to give him a lift back hee), everyone was pretty amused. Later on he told me that was his first time getting rescued in two or three years. 

Oh well, so much for the rescue gone wrong. chuckles.

So after the memorable first experience with a shortboard, I made my way down to Timbre to meet up with the KTOWY peeps. It was supposed to be a mini get-together session so that we could pre-celebrate Jueming's twenty first, and our target was to get him drunk, but we sort of missed the target and someone else got drunk instead (tsk tsk). Ha. Sorry okay, woman! :p

Realized I haven't been drinking in awhile, so all that Erdinger and Kamikaze shooters made me a happier person. It helped that the alcohol content in those drinks were quite low, I could have easily downed 20 more shots (okay I'm bragging, I still do not know my alcohol limit as of now).

So in between drinks, we played games like Fuzzy Wuzzy, fingers-on-the-rim, chilled out to the max with the bands playing, posed for pictures, made fun of each other and the black manager must've thought Jueming is gay or something. Oh, and the roasted-duck pizza that I've often heard people rave about? It was fantafucktiscally good, just that they might want to consider using smaller/thinner slices of duck meat.

jm with his flaming tower.

That pretty much marked the end of our little Timbre session.

Sunday afternoon, headed down to West Mall to meet up with the 102 project girls to get our group assignment done. I haven't been there much ever since the break-up with DJ three years back, and I was thinking of what would I do if I happen to meet him (plus his wife & parents) there. That didn't happen, thankfully, and I got myself a yummy slice of carrot cake from Coffeebean before I started on any work.

Hurried down to Rob's (for another pre-21 celebration) two & a half hours later where I killed and washed crabs for the first time (someone's got to do the dirty job, and I don't mind this one), loaded film into Siaos' bubblegum-coloured Holga, got our BBQ fire started only by nine p.m., started the BBQ proper by 9.30 and voila, yummay food! 

Barbecued till around 12 plus a.m. until the fire died and we resorted to steaming the crabs, in beer! That was my crazy idea by the way, and I'm going to improvise on it after the exams've ended, hopefully! So, we sat through some batshit HK movie, hands and mouths moving through those crustaceans, until it was cake timeee! 

Siaos got Rob a really moussey cake from Sweet Secrets and we created quite a ruckus as we sang the birthday song. As usual, I am thankful for the company of the PSC! Love you all! & Siaos got us all presents from the states, love the ninini woman! Xie xie!

Got home at around 2 plus a.m. and I was more or less in a concussed state. It's been a handful this weekend!

pretty colours

Cleaned up my room last night, I took 5 whole hours to wipe away the thick layer of dust found on everything that the rag came across, cleared out my closet and yes, now it's fit for studying. I love my room. It's become sort of like a ritual for me to be cleaning my room everytime I have an exam, what batshit seriously.

ps. I do realize it's been an extremely long entry. Time for some makan before revision.

WHEE!

I am screaming as though the semester's over, but it's not. I'm just really glad that we're finally done for our Language in Context assignment. Time to study dodos!

Eh?

I'm finally free from tuition on Friday evenings. Tan suggested skating at ECP; this was something that we'd agreed to do ever since graduation last May but also something that never materialized, that is, until tonight. So, after a 2-hour wait for her to get back home from work, I picked up the relatively new pair of skates and made my way down to Lagoon's carpark.

Unsurprisingly, Lagoon's carpark was quite full by the time we reached (around 8.45 p.m.) and it was near impossible for both of us to find a lot each immediately. 3 minutes and 2 carparks later, we found ourselves to be parked right behind that row of red-bricked chalets. Put on our skates promptly, sidetracking, it wasn't as prompt as I'd like it to be since I had to tighten the laces every; my fingers were going sore from all that pulling, nearly anyway.

Got our asses down to the cycling/skating track where I attempted to give Tan a 5-minute crash course on heelbraking. We practiced together along the sides of the track, until she felt confident enough to go further, much further.

Set off in the direction of Macs (I haven't had dinner btw), and 30 seconds later, a man on a bicycle going in the same direction as us decided to come behind us and pedalled to a stop, giving the both of us a few  glance-overs the whole time. The other lane was empty, fyi, and he could have overtaken us with his eyes closed but that was exactly what he did not do. We got out of his way eventually and continued in the direction of big M. Weird people.

When we finally got to Macs, I decided that it was too crowded and Tan was a little terrified of the 'slopes' that she'll need to roll over to get into Macs, so, change of plans and we rolled on to Big Splash instead. Arrived at Carls Jr after a bit more of skating, and I'm pretty sure I said a helluva words to persuade Tan up the slope after the pavement that links Big Splash to the cycling/skating tracks.

Chatted mindlessly for a fair bit about life, people in it and all that glorified emptiness and I guess I was only halfway through the fries (my appetite's been way off due to a sore throat I've been having for the past 48 hours) when they arrived at the fast-food joint, and made an awful lot of noise at the queue. I was interrupted halfway through a fry and maybe 2 words about the next poor victim of gossip.

I looked up and saw two angmoh guys, and one of them (let's call him Redshirt) suddenly asked (in verbatim), "Excuse me, but do you think rollerblading is actually a sport?" And his friend (WhiteAdidas) quipped in a friendly manner, "Are there any competitions for skating in Singapore? We're actually interested in inline-skating!" Hmm, let's get this straight. For someone who knows nuts about skating, why would he/she even be interested in competitions? Try harder please.

Another friend (Blueshirt) joined in. Turned out Blueshirt's been queueing for drinks for his two buddies, and guess what, they conveniently placed their drinks on our tables and sat down. More small-talk, by this time I was more or less done with the fries and had just moved on to picking onions slices out from my burger, with a few of them bouncing onto the floor.

I asked him where are they from; and WhiteAdidas turned out to be Scottish, Blueshirt's English and Redshirt's Welsh. I was trying to make out differences in their speech features and couldn't be bothered about what Redshirt was talking to me about. I think some of that phonetics lectures' madness has somewhat gotten into my head. I love ludwig's classes! Ha.

The Nightmare?

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What is scarier, the creepy encounter that you had last night or no one taking your encounter seriously? That was the question I woke up to, in my semi-conscious state. No one believed me when I told them there was 'something' lurking in the cupboards, and whatever it was, the 'thing' decided to give me hell. I wish these things will never happen in real life.

Am I mad?

I would rather study for exams than write essays for assignments.

Tuesdays

windsurfing bros & sis; just a small part

Every Tuesday night (for the past few weeks), the windsurfers gather and have dinner at one of the canteens around school. Tonight was a little special, instead of the usual canteen dinners, we had steamboat at my hall's tv lounge.

After which, we headed down to The Sun for some Ben&Jerry loving (okay it was my craving seriously), formed the circle of trust and I learnt quite a few tricks that guys use to xian zhar bos. It was hilarious, sharing snippets of our secondary school lives, talking about nothing but the tips the guys exchanged, about "keeping your cards hidden before the big show hand" and some more stuff like that, just made me scoff at the idea of love even more. Sometimes, it's a bad idea to get too chummy with friends of the opposite sex (what's more, such a big group of them); all guys automatically turn into less-than-civil asstards la.

That said, it was still fun nonetheless, & I think we should do it again sometime soon!