Friday, October 15, 2004
bits and pieces cos 15 days and i'm still jetlagged. god. and you'd think it wouldn't matter to someone who used to sleep in the day and work (i.e. play) in the night.
the brits refuse to speak to me cos they don't understand me. :( that is no good.
either that or i'm ugly. :( that is no good.
i've spoken to a few brazilians, indians, malaysians, polish, taiwanese, chinese, hongkongers, pakistanis, greeks, mauritians, japanese, malaweans (i think this is how you spell it), south africans. even the french were willing to speak english to me. that is good.
they talk to me prob cos the brits don't wanna talk to them too. that is no good.
some people ask me if singapore's in china. i say no, but i really don't think it matters to them either way.
i love tesco. they sell $0.24 spaghetti-in-a-can. that is good.
my polish flatmate insists that it's dogfood. i think she is wrong. i think dogs eat better food. it worries me a bit too that tesco also carries another type of spaghetti that they advertise as being "made with fresh pasta".
i am poor. i like being poor. campus life = where ideas are many and money is little. where birds sing and ponds ripple. where geese poop and children giggle (just to make it ryhme, the kids here bawl really). where ang mohs drink and chinese don't mingle. where i'll just shut up now.
i met a tesco employee, and tried to ask him questions. for some strange reason the only words he would consent to say were, "yeah", and "no". we resorted to sign language. it was funny. sorta.
i am very sad the brits make me feel like i don't speak english too well. i've even begun to stutter, sometimes.
i understand a little now what people mean by "essex girls". hrmnmnm.
heathrow airport staff are generally not happy people.
it's fucking cold here. the brits told me (ok so they talk to me a little) very gleefully that it's not even begun yet. i'm already piling on three layers of clothes. you know what they say about not needing to bathe as much? rubbish. i've never perspired more in my life. and laundry costs $6 a wash. drying costs a further $3. i'm so sorry i used to screw up my noses at the smelly people back in singapore.
we have a cleaner for our flat (and i thought the vaccum was for us). her name is rose. i really like her.
i stayed in london for 2 nights. i didn't really like it. too many people. and the shopping wasn't even all that good. there was a square with a preacher. she was mad. there was a park with people sitting on benches. they were lonely. maybe they were enjoying themselves, i dunno. asians like to travel in packs. ang mohs don't. except when they're drinking, or drunk.
i met a fellow singaporean at ju-jitsu (martial arts for the intelligent) the other day. it was nothing short of a miracle. there are so few singaporeans here i've joined the malaysian society.
i also tried out for basketball. i'm surprised i can still play after all these years. i was really good. they were really bad. they were so bad i couldn't believe it. however, i wasn't picked for the team. i'm not going for any more practices.
how many times can a brit boy say to his girlfriend, "i'm going to stick my member into you, doggy-styled" with me within earshot? lots, really. i'm so sorry it was dark and i don't know who to avoid now.
the place i'm living at is called avon way house. the tap drips and the flush doesn't work and there are weird patches in the carpet. they told me it takes "only about ten minutes to walk to school, fifteen minutes if you're slow". i've always thought i was a fast walker, so they must have been talking about someone 2.5 times my height, because i can make it in just under twenty minutes if i run.
i get hungry on the hour. i was joking when i said i'll keep full even if my parents have to sell the house. now i'm not so sure (that i can still say it was a joke, that it). unless i keep eating the $0.24 spaghetti. the words of my polish flatmate the first time i polished (hehe) off an entire can in front of her are still ringing in my ears though.
"it was nice knowing you," she said.
posted by Yan at
4:40 PM
Saturday, August 28, 2004
Seen Jennifer Garner on the cover of 8 days? I mean, woah.
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It's hard not to be cynical. From Straits Times:
"...all new societies...registered automatically unless their activities fall within a list of specified interests. For example...:
religion, ethnicity, nationality, political association, gender or sexual orientation; human rights, environmental rights and animal rights; discussing the governance of Singapore society; discussing the use or status of any language; having foreign links; any alumni of an educational institution not established in Singapore; any form of pugilistic or martial arts."
In other words, anything meaningful at all (err save the gongfu thing). Hiyah.
So if I want to start a society of chinese-speaking gay democratic pagan penguin-saving cambridge alumni, I'll have to disguise it as the car enthusiasts' club lah. Hiyah.
posted by Yan at
4:19 PM
Thursday, August 26, 2004
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parent /par-&nt/
noun : creature who stuffs durians down your throat despite your having stitched gums because "Eat! Eat! Go there then no chance to eat already!"
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Me: It'll be great if I can find a job there afterwards wouldn't it? Wonder why uncle Chai came back here.
Pa: ...
Pa: ...
Pa: Maybe because he has
relatives back here,
home where he belongs.
Me: ...
Me: ...
Me: Well it's
not like he had to
emigrate or anything, just work for
a few years what.
posted by Yan at
5:01 PM
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
Everyday I learn new things about myself, and think, "Damn I'm really special!"
Today's discovery: I have the superpower of speedy regeneration (prob twice that of tapeworms). How do I know this? I know this because I had two wisdom teeth extracted and the healing after was a piece of cake. I came home, spat out the gauze and never took a second look at the medication. Not even a single round pill of painkiller needed. No siree. I am good.
It was difficult though trying to tear off the parts of my gum still stubbornly stuck sto sthe extracted teeth. There I was hoping to keep clean samples. I'll probably have to live with it till they decompose off. Oh well.
posted by Yan at
4:18 PM
The new adventures of third finger and friends.
The cast
- Third finger (pic to come)
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Yan
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No. 3, a.k.a. eleven year old sis
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No. 2, a.k.a. eighteen year old sis
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Ma and Pa
- No. 4.5 a.k.a nine year old cousin (pic to come)
Adventures in colour
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Beijing, part I
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Beijing, Tiananmen
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Beijing, Forbidden city
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Beijing, Great wall
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Beijing, some place
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Beijing, stuff
- Random
Chinese stuff
- What really went on in that
Lego School, part I
- What really went on in that
Lego School, part II
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