The third finger

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

 

Why I am going to live on salmon and caviar for the rest of my time here

So I was slurping on my 8p spaghetti (ok fine I wasn't, but it would have made for such dramatic effect) when ma sent me a text message:

"Yoohoo!" She wrote, "The girls have finished their exams so we're going to Korea to ski! We're going to be gone a week so don't call us!"

Double humph.

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The queen is coming! The queen is coming!

For that I ordered meself a fresh pack of 2100mAh NiMH batteries. Hope they arrive in time.


posted by Yan at 6:09 PM

Wednesday, November 10, 2004

 

still bits and pieces, because, plain lazy.

if, after reading the oct 15 entry, it sounds like i'm unhappy,

you are wrong.

(if, after reading the previous sentence, it sounds like there's something structurally weird about it and this one,

you are right.)

i am happy. i am not insanely happy, but i am not unhappy. i also might start giving out this blog address soon, here. more about being happy later, because i'm not sure if it's something i can articulate, even in bits and pieces.

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Replies to comments

claron! who are you?(!) i mean, you are obviously claron, but, what are you?(!) are you a friend?(!) are you a potential sugar mummy/daddy?(!) write me! tell me who and what you are! email address to be found bottom of left bar! catch me in the meet-'em-know-'em mode! hurry! while stocks last! (i would say "buy 1 get 1 free!" too, but unfortunately for the world there's only one of me to go around)!

Len: I'm alive, barely - so much to do, so little time. i'm not sure about americans, but i've met some adorable brits*! (i am so going to give out this url.)

Jol: Love to England received. Am keeping going, am still great.

Friend X:
1) Go and do a masters somewhere. Then go back and paper-cut them with your cert. You know you're better than them. I know you are.
2) As a matter of fact I just had one of them nasty cans of spag for dinner. Yumyum 8p food.

*classmates i like to be around. good people.

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There might possibly be a potential misogynist/psychopath/misogynist-cum-psychopath in the Ju-Jitsu class. I say potential only because I don't know for certain yet, and not because he is still one-in-training. And I say "might possibly" because on the off-chance that you're reading this, moron, it is an accusation twice removed. Idiot.

Actually, I'm only saying all this because he sprained my big toe (as differentiated from "him making me sprain my big toe"). So he could very well not be evil. Bastard.

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Seeking LLF

I am in England, if you cannot already tell by now. Your LSE email doesn't seem to be working anymore. Where are you? I have no one* to spend Christmas with!

*a few offers on the table, but still shopping around :]


posted by Yan at 11:23 AM

Saturday, November 06, 2004

 

I would like to write, but it's 4.38pm and the sun's setting so I'd best get my grocery shopping done first. Target for today: no individual item more than 50p. We'll see how that goes.

Tesco (muaks muaks) here I come.


posted by Yan at 5:40 PM

 

My god. The Times Higher Education Supplement did a ranking on the world's top 200 universities, and our very own NUS got the no.18 spot, above Columbia, Cornell, UCL, Carnegie Mellon and the like. Waaay above.

Ha. Ha. (this is not in disagreement...just...i dunno...just.)

NTU's 50, above Duke and Brown. (sure. ptui.)

I say I say I say.

I really don't know what to say. Except maybe that's why we spend millions of our poor slogging tax-payers' moolah each year sending SIA-loads of scholars overseas. Of course.

On the other hand, thanks for giving us face man. The little red dot has arrived! Dong dong chiang!

Go check it out yourselves -> www.thes.co.uk


posted by Yan at 2:32 AM

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

 

- 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)
- Yan
- No. 3, a.k.a. eleven year old sis
- No. 2, a.k.a. eighteen year old sis
- Ma and Pa
- No. 4.5 a.k.a nine year old cousin (pic to come)

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- Beijing, part I
- Beijing, Tiananmen
- Beijing, Forbidden city
- Beijing, Great wall
- Beijing, some place
- 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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