White Christmas ~ Bing Crosby

I dunno if i'm suakoo but I tried something new yesterday. Macdonalds MilkShake! According to my friend, the only Mac outlet that sells it is the open air one near Pacific Plaza. It has apparently been revived on the dessert menu after a period of absence. I'm not usually a big fan of milkshakes but it struck me as rather yummy. Thick but not too milky. There are 3 flavours offered: Vanilla, Strawberry and Chocolate.

Had a mini primary school friends meet-up, just 3 of us in fact. We tried the new Wisma foodcourt. Heard the hokkien mee there is nice but the queue was too long so we gave up the idea. We caught the new Harry Potter movie too. Verdict: The movie appears rather choppy at parts i.e. jumping from one scene to the next such that it leaves me a little bewildered, especially with all the focus on just Harry's performance in the Triwizard Tournament. Go watch and you will know what I mean. Overall though, it was still rather good.
I am smitten with Cederick Diggory! So prince william-ish and looking so suave! A little like the typical american college jock, yes, but i'm still swooning...*grinz*

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Behold Mr and Mrs Diggory!

Don't laugh! This was the best I could attempt w/o photoshop!

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The word 'stress' is always associated with school I guess. It's only been the first week and I'm blown away by the amount of tutorials, lecture read-ups, extra research work we are assigned and imagine, presentations every lesson and 3 term papers this sem! Almost all of us are employed full time too. Is it just me or is this normal? Heh.

1. There are 3 stewardesses in my batch. Pretty gorgeous! I'm awed by their presence actually, so much eye candy! *Heh pardon my lesbian tendencies*
2. One of the most stunning of all is a chief stewardess,with something like around a decade's experience in the industry. She had long, silky black hair that went all the way down to her waist, sharp features and a poised demeanour. Her accented American slang lent more exoticness to her entire persona.
3. I realise stewardesses have the same kind of hairstyle?
4. There is already a couple in my class; one half of which is one of the stewardesses.
5. This is the saddest fact: there are only 2 guys in class? Hmm..no, make it 1. *Refer to 4.*
6. On the 1st lesson, they are already seeking project group partners!! Ahh, I'm going to open my eyes and try to pick the cream of the crop. I sure don't want to get stuck with inactive shareholders!

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Oh and I had a new haircut today too! Makes me look rather kawaii, i think. Haha!

In a state of grogginess last night, I was pulled out of bed by my mum to watch tv. Yes, tv. Apparently, the Golden Horse Awards was showing and my mum was excited. Through my bleary eyes, I managed to recognise Fann Wong and then Christopher Lee! Whoo! What a surprise, they were award presenters at the show!

Our local celebs have certainly gone a long way. And in a way, I feel proud of them, esp when I am feeling particularly patriotic.

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Anyway, I am finally starting sch on tues! Which is incidentally tomorrow.

Time to hit the

Lj & I just caught this delightful movie. I simply love romantic comedies! Aww.. its just so touching, yet funny at the same time. My favourite combination. *grinz* I think we laughed more than anyone else in the theatre, so much so that the guy half of a couple sitting next to us was throwing us weird glances. He must have been thinking, "Why did I choose to sit beside 2 mad girls who laugh like there's no tomorrow?"

This is one of the 3 books that I have finished the past week. (This is what happens when you are having too much free time on your hands and feeling anti-social. Heh.) In fact, I just completed The House of Sleep last nite and my mind was still buzzing when I went to bed.

An interesting read, I would say. Funny in a sinister way and the storyline keeps you guessing at every turn, surprising you with each relevation. The chapters alternate between the past and present and I loved how they seemed to blend almost seamlessly.

I found myself caught up in the lives of the 4 friends, especially Sarah's, in their love lives and how their sleeping disorders affected the way they turned out. There's Sarah, the narcoleptic female lead with dreams so real that she can't tell them from reality, thus leading to many misunderstandings arising from her condition. Robert, the college friend besotted with Sarah, whose life changed dramatically due to one of Sarah's dreams. Terry, the freelance journalist, who barely sleeps a wink nightly and gregory, the eccentric ex-boyfriend of Sarah's with weird fetishes. Somehow, the characters are richly built-up and their fates entwined in such a way that as you read on, you hear everything clicking into place in your mind.

I learnt quite a bit about sleeping disorders too. Finally! There's new knowledge occupying a spot of my grey matter. Thus yest nite, while I was entering Stage 1 sleep, a random thought led me to the discovery about a distant cousin of mine, whom I now suspect might also be narcoleptic. She used to fall asleep in class regularly, even if she had sufficient sleep at night. And I heard she even dozed off while in the midst of her 'O' levels English exam a couple of years back. Hmm. Likely yeah?

I was at the pool the other day. It was a cloudy afternoon and internally, I was lamenting my missed opportunity to soak in some much needed Vitamin D. So, in between swimming laps, i was watching this plump teenage boy being coached freestyle by his equally well built dad. Or rather, I was watching out for his arrival. Somehow, he would splish-splash his way vehemently past me and other swimmers, drenching us (though we were essentially wet) with his enthusiastic sprays of chlorine water. He was, i thought amusedly, like a whale struggling to swim in a fish tank.

But what really spoiled my relaxed mood was an incident that happened a while later. I was lazing by the side, lost in my own thoughts when the man beside turned towards me, speaking in that chinese accent,

"Xiao jie, ning shi zhong guo ren ma?"

I turned paler than I already was. I muttered a "bu shi. ben di ren" and promptly bolted to the other side of the pool. And I proceeded to get out of the swimming complex in haste.

Does being fair indicate a stamp of my identity?? This wasn't the first time that I had been mistaken as a tong zhi, as well as being chatted up by china guys. Argh, the other time was at Popular (Can you imagine, Popular?!) when I was approached while flipping through some books. Same ending as with previous experiences, I couldn't get away quickly enough.

I was reminded of this unforgettable incident back in sec sch during a geo class. We were covering the one-child policy and my teacher was getting the opinions of PRCs on this domestic policy of their homeland. Then, she called my name. "What do you think of the policy then?" I was stunned. I informed her that I was born and bred local and it was her turn to look astonished. She even further clarified, "So you didn't migrate here when you were young or something?" *faints*

Is there a stigma of being thought of as a china lady? I would think so. Several of my friends would balk if anyone linked them to that land of communism. Granted, the china students that I had come across in school were mostly smart young ladies, given that they were here on scholarship. Perhaps it's the stories of a minority of these citizens who have sullied our impression of them. Like the 'pei du mama' saga previously, with blown-up stories of how these women set up their trade in sleazy massage parlours or the likes of Geylang. My roots are traced back to China, as are that of many other Singaporeans and I do wish that I am able to lift my head in pride and proclaim my oriental beginnings.

Alas, I tell people that I'm a Singaporean.

I really must get a tan. Really.

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And here's a link I got sent... Totally bizarre! I applaud their spontaneity though..heh. I wonder though, if the innocent fellow at the back had any inklings??


http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=8890993777704907613&q=bsb

Mention vices and most people immediately think of smoking, drinking, gambling, whoring etc. In the conventional sense, I have none of these habits at all.

• Smoking: Nah, never. In fact, I abhor the choking, acrid smell of smoke billowing in my face and leaves me gasping for breath. However, ironically, I sympathise with these air polluters with the recent ban on puffing away in public places.


• Drinking: My alcohol tolerance is almost non-existent. I'm knocked out that easily, yeah.


• Gambling: Don't think I'll ever be good at it. Blame my lack of interest on my poor understanding of poker games. I don't think I ever got the hang of it. Heh the only one I remember is 21 points, which i join in sometimes during CNY. (Much more interesting than watching the telly?) But I almost never recoup my losses.


• Whoring: Hmm. Erm. Eh. You get the idea.

Not to say that without these vices, I'm a saint. (Though I am an ex-saint. And our sch's motto was 'Once a saint, always a saint'.) Upon reflection, I found some crippling characteristics of mine which qualify as vices.

• Laziness: Back in pri. sch, my form teacher put up this printed banner on top of the blackboard, "Procrastination is the thief of time." Ahh, yes, very true indeed. The clean-my-room operation has been in existence since beginning of this year?


• Blur-ness: Sometimes, I'm really slow to catch on to what's happening around me. Heh but this incident yesterday really beats it all. I finally got myself to go for a jog. And it was only when I had stepped out of my block, secretly congratulating myself on my perserverance, when I felt cool air against my chest. I had, erm, forgotten to wear my bra. Alas, after 2 mins of internal struggle, my laziness kicked in and I thought, oh heck, just run la. And so i went bouncing all the way. Haha.


• Punctuality: All I can say is... Sorry folks, I will work on it!

Sigh, sounds really bad, isn't it? Seems to me that I'm just so not disciplined. Argh, I shall seek my inner zen and soar above my inadequacies. Maybe more yoga? Ohmmmm....