Wednesday, September 28, 2005

The Oracle Hero

Jun is an Oracle Hero. No, she's The Oracle Hero.

She says I inspire her. That isn't true. She inspires me.


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Of Marginal Rates of Substitution and Korean women

The Econs midterm was a nightmare today. And this is Intro-Econs, for crying out loud. Lordy, what am I going to do when I have to take International Econs next sem? Dangdangdangdang, increase the volume of the famous premonition music please.

So what's it with women and Korean dramas nowadays? My mother is hooked on Da Chang Jin. Some show starring a round-faced woman with a perpetually wan face, beads of sweat dotting her kneaded eyebrows intense with concentration. And all she seems to do is attempt accupuncture with trembling fingers, move her deft fingers around the stove, and rattle off some ancient medical jargon involving ginseng/grasses of different sorts.

Yes, Da Chang Jin has taken over my television set. I hear the same dubbed Mandarin voice speak all the time; this is the only time I can recall Mandarin being spoken at home. Methinks homemakers and female fans alike just admire the unmistakeably feminine characteristics of Korean women; in the kitchen, in the garden, in the school, and haha in the bedroom as well I presume ;P

Excuse the rubbish I've just typed out. I need some outlet to throw the Econolingo out of my system, and goodness knows why it had to be Da Chang Jin. Of all things.

And because I know you love being mentioned in italics after each blogpost: Muchas gracias to you; for hot Gelare waffles, for being my loving driver (even though you refused to meet my friends!), for tucking me into bed, for my Ya Kun breakfast, and for seeing me to school.


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Sunday, September 25, 2005

Kindly bring on the Mambos again

Eenie meenie minie mo
Catch a lover by the toe
That's the game of love we play
It doesn't have to be that way

Such an adorable song! Jeffrey Osborne, 1983.

No the sixties weren't the swinging years, the eighties's got all the gems.

Swing me round the Mambo floor


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Wake me up when September ends

He just went out the door and I miss him already.

So Saturday has passed with nary a relaxed moment. My mind is filled with Econolingo. Yes, when you are feverishly delirious (and I don't mean in a good way), you start inventing words that make no sense, but which are short and sweet in summarizing everything that you feel. -Substitution effect, indifference curve, marginal-everything, wages, labour, factor input, output, consumer surplus- No biggie if you aced econs all the way, but don't forget I am the recipient of that big fat D. D is also for D'oh :(

In Nairda's words, It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah.

It never ends, does it? Just when you think you've gotten through the long and winding tunnel, a hopelessly high wall stares you in the face. Point blank, no less. Yes, no prizes if you guessed, I am getting pessimistic again. I think I'm the sort of person who puts too much thought into every single thing I read in my textbooks; I say this because I've realized I always have to refer to what I just finished reading once something further ahead causes me conflicting or related confusion. i'm not that dumb, am I?

I'm always dreaming.

I need St. Gallen once more. Waking up to French toast in the pan. Slipping on thick layers of sweaters and coats, cussing at the cold. Ovomaltine bars squashed in my bag. A hot-cross bun for lunch. Supermarketing with HuiKie, Kenneth (Ben was always MIA) and buying frosted flakes with mybeloved. Laughing at Puffy's incompetence. Pints before and after dinner. King/Pope Carl and his moredrinks-moregirls mantra. Weekend trips to places we could only dream about before. My first time in Europe- with mybeloved, no less.

Where are you mybeloved? Where are you?


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Thursday, September 22, 2005

Engineering 101

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Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Sin

I'm in class now, munching away and dropping crumbs onto my (not so beloved) laptop. I am so tortured, eating Ovaltine biscuits while the rest feast on hot chocolate, mashed potatoes and pies able to bring about various states of orgasm. Arghhhhh
This is a picture of the very humble orange package, so you can take pity on me :(

But what I really want, is THIS!

This, darlings, is a milk chocolate bar full of crisp Ovaltine powder. This is also what Weiming and I ate at least once everyday in Switzerland.

It is not found in Singapore.

Ohdang! Together with Krispy Kremes, Boots yogurt-covered raisins and Shapers meals, Masters' Fish and Chips, tortilla d'patata and paella from any street in Spain, Ovomaltine should be available on our lovely shores. We're not exactly living in a body-beautiful society like LA or a third-world Asian country you know? Bring them franchises in!

-Oh Weiming, I am going to steal all your Ovomaltine bars on Friday! (It doesn't pay to be thrifty when consuming your chocolate bars. I've long finished my own stash and I'm gonna rob you!)

On another note, I love talking to Dawn! (I have to suppress this urge to call her Dawny) It's so nice just drifting from topic to topic- boyfriends, history, 4/5 days, working out. All while vegging out at Socio class :P

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Sunday, September 18, 2005

Picasa 2- collagewhoring!

This is my Lulu. This is her Lala.
-Really, you don't need the same timetable and a common group of friends to find someone as special as this.







Trois.
-Our plans alternate between donning lavendar bridesmaid gowns for each other and building a bachelorette pad by the sea.









Soccer's nice to watch.
-Even when the players are not as cute as Freddie Ljundberg (Don't kill me, I'm only kidding!)







Greed and Gluttony
-He commits at least two out of the seven deadly sins all the time. His metabolism is his accomplice.








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Thursday, September 15, 2005

Lulufied

A bowl of mushroom straganoff and meatless minestrone for Lulu and Lala!

I was very lulufied with stitch-inducing laughter, gossip updates and non-stop gabbing. Not to forget our usual dose of crazy random topics, yesterday's were Econs lectures, thinking aloud ("he will lao sai!"), slamming guavas and princecharmings, dieting, cheapskate guys and their KFC coupons, old crushes on Biz Law profs...





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Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Marvin

I'm touched, by simple gestures. Yes it doesn't take much to get me to feel this way, just looking at things that happen to other people would suffice.

Marvin- our favourite reformed comeback kid. Rushing late for classes and projects is no longer his forte. Being a boyfriend is.

Something special on that special day every month. A small gift, mostly perishable (the perils of a man's limited creativity) I am touched by the simplicity, and yet the extravagance and lavishness of the thoughtfulness behind it. And the secret smile that curls up his lips when we josh for naughty little tidbits about him and her.

Vanda is a lucky girl.

[this post shall remain untainted by any possible bemoaning or cynicism from my own life. What is sweet has the right to remain purely so]


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Tuesday, September 13, 2005

It's been a hard day's ride / I should be sleepin' like a log

Activities vacuum-packed together from an ungodly waking hour of 7am all the way to 1030pm can make anyone woozy from exhaustion. But little episodes of humour and wonderful people make a hard day's ride a little better.

Finishing Touch lesson
Some funny guy: So Suzanne(image consultant), what do I do if a girl gives me her hand to shake limply and with her palm faced down?

Suzanne: That's odd for a person your age. She must be very shy, or she wants you to kiss her hand the European way.

Funny guy: She isn't an odd girl, she's a very nice person!

Suzanne: Ok, then is she shy?

Funny guy: Err, sometimes.

-Oooh, I should like to see the funny guy and this girl in question when she is NOT shy! ;P

Campus tour with Japanese undergrads
Elvis, rubbing his hands in glee: Shall we stand in a row, bow and greet them Konichiwa?

Lunch with Joycelyn and Steven
"Mac's Bigbreakfast has more than 3/4 of your daily required fat intake. Hotcakes are more sinful than Egg McMuffins. The most sinful portion of the breakfast menu is the sausage patty starring in so many muffins. McFlurries are even more fattening than burgers." -No wonder Steven looked so glad when I ended the slowcrawl through my yong tau foo.

Gabfest with Ker Choon and the intrusive Marvin
Bitchingbitching! Shocking revelations, our lousy boyfriends, the bloody chicken exchange, Marvin and his little girl Vanda (!!!). The theory of six degrees of seperation between people is wrong- with KC and I, it seems like two?? Evil plans, more and more gossip. I think it is safe to say J is not the only one who loves KC, I do too! :)

Kickboxing
Just seeing Andrea is good enough :) And knowing she's next to me at the studio huffing and puffing our bodies into shape in the most unglam way is even better!

Salsa auditions
To a certain individual who wrote down her entire life of past dance records on that tiny bit that called for simple bullet points of past experience: Honey, this is just the salsa auditions, it ain't the CV requirement of some KPMG interview you know?

:)


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Monday, September 12, 2005

Giving your heart away

Talked to the one I call Sugar today. Just for a moment, a couple of minutes. But I heard so deep a pain, so profound a weariness, so broken a faith in her voice. And we were just talking about the arrival of our AE goodies, nothing even remotely close to the crux of the problem. Like Drea said, I too want to take her into my arms and rock her to sleep with a simple lullaby, wipe away all her tears, cover her wounds with cheery flourescent pink bandaids. Tell her I love her so much, and it pains me to see her like this. Tell her that she's probably more loved than she thinks she is.

Tell her I understand why she's doing all this to herself, tell her I will never judge her the way the whole world does. She's not stupid, she's not depressed, she's not a miserable girl making her suffering even more apparent. All she did was give her heart away.

Tell me, just what is wrong with giving your heart away? What is so wrong about falling heads over heels into something? What is so wrong about downing Love Potion #9 in liver-bursting quantities? Whatiswrongwhatiswrongwhatiswrong?

Some people give their hearts away, and find a heart of equal depth and dimension entrusted to them in return. Some people give their hearts away and quietly slip away into selfless oblivion. Some people give their hearts away and slowly build a story together. But some people give their hearts away and get charred remnants of cardiac tissue and diseased sinews of pseudo heart valves in the form of lies and broken promises. My sugar does not deserve this. Nobody as well-intentioned, sincere and commited as she is deserves this.

Some other people are just more loved than they deserve to be, for all the things they've done, and more so for all the things they haven't done. Treachery, thou hast a name.


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Thursday, September 08, 2005

Half and half

We are so different, a head and a heart found conjoined one fine day. No prizes for guessing who's who.

But I guess what you said is true. What makes this (us?) most special is the fact that we are two very different individuals trying to make up a complete whole from half a scoop of practicality and half a dollop of emotion. We are trying to walk together in a relationship characterized by this necessary balance, which is what individuals try to achieve on their own.

Yes baby,
I shall worry no more.
We are going for the long
stretch.
For the bitter and the sweet.


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Monday, September 05, 2005

Reminders

*A reminder to myself. And to Rox, Drea, Syl, and all who need a little reminder, credits to Carrie Bradshaw.

His hello was the end of her endings,
Her laugh was their first step down the aisle.
His hand would be hers to hold forever,
His forever was as simple as her smile.
An ocean couldn't prevent it,
A New York minute wouldn't let it pass.
Does the universe decide for us,
Which love will fade and which will last?
He said she was what was missing,
She said instantly she knew.
She was a question to be answered,
And his answer was, "I do."

"The day I take you back to the east with me, is the day I will finally be a happy man." Ohhhh you don't say.


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Saturday, September 03, 2005

Gratitude

There's a first for everything. I think I had too many firsts for one night.

Apologies to the people who had to put up with my incoherence, tears and oscillations.

Gratefulness even more, to the same people who lifted me up, who dared to part my falling fringe to look at my hollow eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

I love you all very much. Even more so because the smoky facades of Chinablack and the sloshing heat of alcohol could have made anyone label me agirlwho'sdrunktoomuch. But you never did think that way. Thank you for attempting to put my pain on your shoulders, for telling me things about your past that you probably wouldn't have wanted to remember, for making me listen to you. And most of all, thank you all for helping two silly people realize what they really wanted, and try once more for what they always did love.

Thank you, for everything.

And can I put my daisy counter back now?


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Friday, September 02, 2005

I put up the daisychain anniversary marker on the blog just this afternoon. Maybe just to make myself believe that we could sail through to our first year together.

I've taken it down now.

Its redundance has broken me so much I wonder when I'll be whole again.




Imissyou.


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