Eileen Against the Wall

2007-12-06T20:55:00.000+08:00

It's beginning to feel like december...

For sandy

2007-08-13T01:26:00.000+08:00

plc sucks
so much homework
blah blah

2007-07-10T19:33:00.000+08:00

Received during the Opening Address

Okay

2007-06-27T22:31:00.000+08:00

everyone who's been bugging, my US photos are (kinda) up on facebook.
aiyoh patience la!

Thank yous

2007-04-28T03:14:00.000+08:00

for the small things, and for some very big ones...

have fun figuring out who you are

then have fun figuring out the order it's in

to k for always compromising to make up important numbers

to jj for watching out for stage left, for getting steamed egg instead of limp veggies and for being A Boy In Boxers or something to that effect

to a for always making me feel loved and trusted, for trying so hard to explain behaviour I do not and will never understand, and for being so sweet 24/7

to A…for keeping me company while I mugged and subsequently (consequently) having to run through the rain to the bus-stop…

to another a…for walking me to the eusoff bus-stop when I was lost, and for giving my brownies more credit than they deserve...

to yet another a for not freaking out when I cried in school, for feeling my frustration for me, for making mugging in school way more interesting than it would otherwise have been, for slapping me whenever requested to do so and also for the Microsoft windows joke…

to A Books for buying my books…

to wx for the prayers…

to V(ee)…oh babe where do I start…for being my 24/7 support system the last six and a half years…for keeping me afloat through each personal crisis, for my friends, the vast majority of whom I know through you somehow, for finding me work, for finding me internships, for revelling in retardation with me, for the pink floppy (hi.. I have it;)), for your perceptiveness in knowing, when I drama away to everyone else, how I really feel inside, and oh this is screwing up the flow but if it’s worth screwing up the flow for anyone it’d have to be for you…where others wink knowingly, you worry and mother me…you gladly take up the role of the bad guy and tell me what I need to hear.. you’ve helped to shape the person I am today and I have absolutely no doubt that my life would be completely different if I hadn’t met you that day in the hall, before air-conditioning, before re-laying, before coolzone.. so from the bottom of my heart, thank you- for being you

to wh…for saving me from the equity monster…

to bl for sharing my wed afternoon turmoil every week, for being so full of sunshiney goodness you can brighten my day just by being part of it, for having the same (incredibly good) taste in moving scenery, and for saving me from the secured cred monster…

to sg and your dad for a way home after legal writing…

to j for your sleazy eyes…

to gj for celebrating my Chinese 3 classmates with me…

to wt… for jb, and for making time once in awhile, and not to sell me insurance either…

to E… for bliss!, for being exam relakk maestro and for considering me & the girls worthy of your personal sdu services…

to ah L…for keeping me awake during service, for coming up with the best nicknames for everyone, for sydney and for sounding the warning bell when I was seeing a melbournian madman …

to c…for fun and madness, for the RAIN DETECTOR AHHH, for the bird shit survey, for discovering da paolo, for nature walks and human nature talks, for the SATs, for loving school as much as I do, for blessing my life with your inner and outer beauty…you are the person I most regret not getting to know earlier in our too-short law school lives…I hate tanjong pagar

to s for discovering that nice little german bakery and for help with the pain in the ass known as bidding

to cy for the that one question at xmas

to r for long chats in the sweltering heat and for muscle at mambo

to D for suspending gym plans when I was bored, and for chats in the car and for not getting mad when I let a mozzie in during one of those chats despite it reducing our combined red blood cell count by half and also for not getting mad when I demolished the car’s air freshener and for sharing latino and kimchi pains, for king and i (hint, hint) and for appreciating the true essence of an eastie (hi ^5!)

to hh for zapping muggers for half our year

to y..for the goodness beneath all the shit…

to mich c for sharing work when there was none to be had

to m for fright night laughs and the Spanish alter ego

to j s for the debate about shat and other memorable nonsensical conversations

to s for being the goddess from whom we all strive to learn, for a valuable lesson along heng mui keng, for not being mad when you should’ve been and for walking when you could’ve bladed

to e for weaning me off lash curlers

to fl for rediscovering the joys of neoprint

to g for the hug at a tension-filled tcs studio even before we knew each others’ names

to gz…for being a good son, for listening to me whine over many, many kilometres, for the spontaneous trip to Parkway (ah true eastieness), for getting over your jolin tsai phase, for battling the latinos with D, for psc madness, for that morning we spent watching every vj-related video on youtube and for being someone I really, really look up to (bet you never knew that)

to ey for cab sharing opportunities and canadian tales on the 171

to p for being awesome the last ten years, for cheering me up after cny at reub’s, for never judging me and for always making me feel smarter, nicer and more capable than I really am

to k for a very productive afternoon at mp starbucks saving my legal theory, for sharing the vj love (mass dance included!- very rare), for transport to and from school and fittings and mj sessions and for law ball photos (hint hint) and kawaii tokyo photos (hint hint hint)

to hm for letting me pop your bubble wrap to nothingness

to ht for childhood preferences

to hw for making tutoring my pri 5 kid in sex ed (as part of the science syllabus, hold the sniggers thanks) seem less torturous compared to your own linguistically-impaired lot

to dy for getting my scream on tv

to j TEO! for being half of the 19^th couple punk that never was

to by for choping the CRs for the good of all year fours, and for retrieving my jaw from the floor when the PRC girl plonked herself in between us

to t for educating me about genetic testing and insurance

for j law for the many well-intentioned invites

to d for restraining me from scratching AC’s eyes out during secured cred, for rallying the troops for collegiate and for being immensely sweet and distinctly not round-faced

to jay for being my fav fellow intern ever, for trying very hard to put things nicely and for B.O.P.I.A.N. which made me laugh till I cried...twice…

to kl for being so so sweet, for waiting for me while I engaged in one too many chats with the folks from my year and for repeatedly giving up your powerpoint for my laptop…

to j for fanning the flames (NOT.) for the 7 hour mugging session, of which we spent 7 hours talking kok, for smsing words of comfort whenever I was more highly strung than usual, for having me trust in the goodness of mankind when my wallet was stolen/lost (you were wrong, I never saw it again, but thanks anyway!) and for researching the dark past of siewsiew …

to K for speed reading contests, for tiaras, for rotten orange shot putt, for spiderman antics, for ezyoff bam!, for insulting fridge artwork, for making grocery shopping a legitimate hobby, for being an excellent cook, for late late late night talks about everything, for going to East Donnie with me to see a house which meant nothing to you but everything to me, while battling a monster migraine, no less…for the prayers, for your role in guiding me back home to Him, for all the countless other things for which I am truly indebted forever to you and for being, more than anything else, a brother…(and if you tell anyone else how mushy I’ve just been I will murder you until you die from it).

to kk for your constant, reassuring presence on Fridays at zouk

to kl for making Law School Goes to the Movies feel like a VIP premiere screening, for exam period hoots and for making two days to pack seem like a longg time

to kt for telling me at great personal expense, for always always being there especially the time I ran out of taka cursing and swearing, for making the effort to keep in touch, for the kindest smses, for generosity and for wallowing with me when I feel like it

to a for being the most memorable drag queen that stalked the earth, for IIL conversations and for helping me chope a powerpoint every week

to jt for co-bimboing in one of my fav photos

to lh for making me and clar tear from laughing at your bird shit story, for helping with the melbournian madman and for delightfully nonsensical msn conversations

to rj for being very, very understanding and upright and gracious, for listening when I whine and for freely sharing your brilliance with us not-so-bright folk

to b.r.e.a.s.t.i.e. (no way do you escape your brilliant nickname even here) for being the glue that binds grad trip together, for tiramisu, for charades and cranium (someone needs to thank ME for categories win-lose-draw, by the way), for daily scoop surprise, for rides everywhere in your farting car, for lovely nua-ing chats outside the library, for lovely chats everywhere actually, for music scores, music files, music everything, for fiona and julie!, for the quarterly delivery of RPG, for fellowship, for your immensely awesome company which played a big part in making law school so memorable (now to up the abuse to compensate for the previous lines of mush)

to n for being my surrogate haran, for listening to me whinge wherever and whenever and for breaking up study room standoffs

to R for the invaluable nugget of wisdom passed on to me in perfect in black, which I have since shared with any girl who cares to listen (and several who don’t), for the cat that crawled away, for wonderful dinner conversation and for bringing a bit of vs kokness to law school

to ml for the nice long rant about btc in the days when it sucked and for signing me in when I was broke

to mg for getting law ball together, for vastra and for orion…

to f for the 4 or 5 weeks which saved a year…

to tdt for not dropping me in front of the dean, for not turning Left when I turned Right and for being understanding about exposed nipples on posters…

to m for stopping me from prematurely walking off the stage at least 5 times, for reminding me it was wed night with a weekly sms and for being half of the alternate 19^th couple prank…

to j for crystal jade at frankenstein’s castle, for interrogating dw and for not laughing when you caught me on the job at the cafe outside wisma

to n for a memorable chat on burning pavement and for teaching me (a word of) German

to ng for cryptos days

to k for drama club sweetness and vj laughs

to f for tuition lobangs, for rides to exams, for recording crim, for keeping me company the time we got stalked all the way to bedok and for constantly reminding me that not driving is a joy

to pl for teaching me that some humans still bite beyond the age of 2 and for bawling with me when we were 14 and thought getting streamed was the worst tragedy our lives would ever see

to p for being part of the wed afternoon nua-ing and for tres jolie necklaces

to another p for standing in for abib’s watchful eyes and for making my attendance record at globalization look stunning by comparison

to S for the much-appreciated hug before evidence, for the phunniest msn monikers, for organising and organising and organising, for “How are you feeling? No!” which makes me grin idiotically though alone on the bus and for rallying the Abuse of Breastie effort…

to d for the very unprofessional photoshoot at change and for making daim feel at home for a bit…

to p mothering me although you’re younger than me, and for not pinching my butt most days…

to rae for the prettiest tree I’ll ever carry…

to t for not molesting me most of the time, and for helming the lets-not-grow-up campaign by rolling on the floor of the library and other public places

to rl for the best pranks and the latest goss

to ys for steel wool sheep

to mh for being my shopping angel and well, my everything angel, for the baseball cap, for dark days under mademoiselle ng, for 500 credits’ worth of muggers, for expert, unselfish advice in everything, for always looking out for me when I can’t be bothered myself, for letting my squeeze your hand numb while balloting for modules (and for taking up a spot in ICF so that I didn’t get it instead), for being the person I am most likely to sms on a whim, for keeping my maturity level in check at a low, low -20, for loving to laugh and for understanding ‘surges of love’

to dw for yessiree-ing your love for mc

to mc for letting me yodel your name in a different way each time I see you, for rides home from everywhere and for being sunshine in our lives

to c for torrid and completely real lesbian kisses, for presiding with me, for being there while I whined through the list of loser club causes (three years on… and men still suck), for the period we lived at zouk, for being mistaken, together with van and myself, for a rotten char siew pau, for every night we’ve stayed up talking nonsense, for delicious wu and resplendence chong, for St Ignatius, for dan the moose, for putting me up all the time, for blissss and for clicking so damn well with me…and to c’s grandma for the world’s best tuna sandwiches, and for having a tonne of them on hand when I come to visit

to kl for help at rajah and for good times at the commonwealth games

to n for the conversation about interracialness and for leaving a space for me in the top ten

to wl for being the sweetest stage lefty

to kx for constantly saving me the ‘hottest seat in the libss’

to p for being the coolest queen

to ey for watching out for my brother

to xn.. for spilling the saltshaker…

to w (and everyone else involved) for law IV vcf, for the best interpretation of free willy and for being father hen to everyone in og1, ogls included

to c..for BLISS!! and bearing with my nervousness around kovan, and for not rolling your eyes when I disclosed the reason behind my nervousness, and for helping me with the humungous-est ice kachang I have ever seen, and for taking poopy’s attention off me by proffering your own leg…

to V for more torrid and completely genuine lesbian kisses, for lazy days asleep in front of the tv, for lazy days at coffee club, lazy days at nydc, lazy days anywhere but school, for being my casting partner, for showing the world that exams can only stress you out if you remember they’re on, for putting me up so often I can eat dinner with your family without feeling bad about koping the last piece of teriyaki beef, for upgrading me from the tatami mat to the bed, for making an effort to meet up, although our real and not faked lesbian love runs so deep we still feel connected anyway, for caring enough about our friendship to work on it…I know now you’ve always been there for me (oops broke flow again; again, worth it) and I am so so glad for it…you keep thanking me for the time I came over to stay over the enlarged frontal lobe guy business…but really, I’m the one who should be doing the thanking…thank you for trusting me, and for giving me significance in your life I love you so so very much you know or not!!! Also, to V’s apricot mini-monster for the very warm, very extended, very salivary welcomes and for the French kiss which I still have nightmares about

to wh for the glimpse into the future, for the powerpoint lesson on how shit rolls and for hunting me down after fright night to make sure I was still breathing

to s for being good good company (which matters a lot for the future), for offering to take my tuition kid, for being a donkey and for the david blaine clip

to dc for saving binder and letting me go off to meet my bf cos you thought it was impt to prevent the ns curse, for forgiving my fingers appearing in any document I zapped, for the durex…postcard! in my mailbox, for all things related to printing and for not telling anyone about me, the lycra jumpsuit and the strangest job I’ve ever had

to gmt for wonderful company this sem (another person I really wish I’d gotten to know earlier), for reassurance post-butter (and trying not to look!), for carrot cake which I still dream about from time to time and for the san fran ballet recommendation

to yx for being a good sport (and ruggedly handsome), for roy goode, for being very very good exam-time company, for everything I’d ever want to know about IP, for extolling the virtues of the singlet and for all the talks about what a woman (should) want

to z for being a scary vampire or something like that

to the 5% of these people who will ever read this, i love you all very muchly

and to those who don't, it doesn't matter, i love you guys too

and now..

TO PACK

The Last Lasts

2007-04-25T23:29:00.000+08:00

Damn sad damn sad damn sad!

Last Set A.

I even cracked the eggs open myself. No shell, no yolky thumbs. Victory is mine.

Ask gz about yolky thumbs, ohoho. Yeah 4 eggs every day, tsk tsk.

Awww kitty knew it was my last day awww...

Last rejection from the heartless beer guzzling bad boy YIX

Last stall to survive dearth of people who eat in school

Annoyed that I bawled so long around Blk B after the exam that I missed Drinks Stall Auntie and Photocopying Auntie, couldn't find Cleaner Uncle and forgot Nurse, that I couldn't figure out what the single black tube which sticks out from the quadrangle was before Clar finally gave in and spilled, and that I didn't have the guts to tell Mr D'Cruz that he's aged terribly. My life is littered with wasted opportunities.

Also quite disgusted with myself for kissing the door jamb of MR 4-2.

jianlin: when you've got a classroom you can spread out your notes...
clar: bring food...relax...
jianlin: like youre at home
madgirl: HOME! yes, it's like home! *kisses door jamb*

The Last Monday

2007-04-23T13:08:00.000+08:00

..and the last bout of inane-ness with clar

The question: How many times have you been shat upon by a bird?

The subsidiary question: Is 'shat' a word?
Answer: YES... IS TOO IS TOO

The people to beat: Eileen, with three
Clarissa, with two

The scores, +/- 1 (if I could remember there'd be something wrong with me):

Vic: 0
Jiahui:0
Cheryl Tan: 1
Jo Ong: 1
James: 2
Shane: 1
Shaocong: 0
Calv: 1
Sha: 0
Ramesh: 0
Marc: 1
Lionel: 1
Favian:1
Cheryl:0
Sab: 1
Kenneth: 1
Michael: 0
Tzeming?: 1
Van: 0
Junwen: 1
Wangxing: 1
Beng: 0
Yixing: 0
Ryan: 0

The closest shot: Lh, once....... in an LT

Why do we have to grow up?

fudge, what a question to ask UH... *unh*

The Last Friday

2007-04-20T19:58:00.000+08:00

I hereby retract the 26 complaints I made to the BTC Committee last sem.

Muacks from head to toes

2007-04-17T21:35:00.000+08:00

thank you shopping angel i love you muchly!

thanks also to gz for his vote of confidence.
it fits FINE thank you hor!
hur

Fudgin' A

2007-04-17T07:20:00.000+08:00

It is fudgin 715am and the classrooms are all taken
'Taken'... meaning 'choped with a shoe bag'

Now what do I do?

Fudge.

Edit: Fudgie came to reclaim the bag at 7.45am. (In Ppl-who-come-to-school-early World, we say to 745 hopefuls: 'pigs will fly.') Ah friends, I have failed you. Someone come to school quick, before I implode from suppressed homicidal tendencies.

Ta Gueule Lahh

2007-04-16T23:56:00.000+08:00

No vocal chords
And yet...

La Sein-ie

2007-04-12T09:41:00.000+08:00

C’est vrai, je lui ai dit

Que je ne rirais pas de lui

Mais tiens! C’est pas possible

Quand Sein est mon ami

华语Cool

2007-04-11T22:54:00.000+08:00

床前明月光
Breastie 脱到完
艺龄便吐血
mh冒冷汗

2007-04-08T21:52:00.000+08:00

The downside of having pretty friends.. They make you look like sai.

Van once asked whether she could be my maid of honour if I ever got married (emphasis hers... okay fine, mine). I said yes, but only if she wore a paper bag over her pretty head.

Aha! Now who's ho-

Hmmm.

Okay sorry babe, you are not invited to my wedding.

Ta Gueule

2007-04-08T14:57:00.000+08:00

in the words of N:

"excuse me. this is a library"

the curse of add/drop be upon you

2007-04-08T13:50:00.000+08:00

stop kaypohing, kai

why am i in school

2007-04-02T22:15:00.000+08:00

why am i in school now.........???????????????????????????
why are daryl's ears red????????????????

why..

why..

why...........................

2007-03-29T09:59:00.000+08:00

2007-03-29T09:54:00.000+08:00

Why is bloggerbot dead?!!

Assholes.

2006-03-22T06:44:00.000+08:00

So much blogging!
Exhausted now.

Here you go Haran

2006-03-22T06:28:00.000+08:00

blog blog blog.
I'm downloading hello now so I can upload photos
blog blog blog

esp for haran

Holy Crap!

2005-11-03T18:41:00.000+08:00

Ironically, that's not crap. That's only the gargantuan-est fly I have ever seen. Thank goodness Kevin is not aware that flies half as long as your index finger are venomous flesh-eating humanivores. He whacked this one with the free chinese property newspaper we kop on a regular basis from the Asian grocer's to wrap veggies in. It was crouching, ready to pounce, when it realised too late that Kev was not extending his arm as an invitation to devour him.

Summer has come, and with it the new season of what Kev affectionately calls...Deperate Houseflies.

In the End

2005-10-12T19:26:00.000+08:00

While Nish drove Prash and Nesh back to his place to catch cricket (yeah... again, a long long time ago), the rest went grocery shopping for icecream. We made a quick detour to the toothpaste aisle… and another to the shampoo aisle... then one more to the confectionary aisle... and probably would’ve ended up doing the weekly shop if Nish hadn’t called and said he was already back to pick us up.

Ah Nish… You didn't know… But we were contemplating another quick detour to Laguna. (Laguna is 3 stories above Safeway- not really detour material.)

The important thing is... we did get the job done. In the end.

Who’s Cold

2005-10-12T19:20:00.000+08:00

Get this. After dinner one cold wintry night, (yeah, a LONG, LONG time ago- I have essays to write okay! for real!) insanity possesses us to hop off the tram halfway home to get GELATI. While very good, it was also very cold, as one would expect of gelati. This is why everyone looks like they’re willing their homeostatic responses to liven up in the pics.

Who's cold?? In yer face!

Meow.

2005-09-27T19:12:00.000+08:00

When I heard we were celebrating Emil’s 21st at Kitten Club, I thought… Well… I’m sure you can guess what I thought.

Am: I love this photo too!=)

postscript: Yesss I know this was ages ago.. I can't help it I don't blog regularly. Or chronologically. Not my fault. Blame the politicians.

Chez Amelie

2005-09-25T14:04:00.000+08:00

*prays fervently that no frenchman ever reads this post*
(Mesdames! Messieurs! Je suis sooooo sorrryy)

Hier soir, Kevin et moi, nous sommes allé chez notre ami Amelie. Amelie vien de France et elle est on exchange dans la Faculté de Loi comme Kevin et moi. Son ami Ai-Lyn était là aussi. Ai-Lyn était née en Singapour, mais ses parents ont immigrée ici quand elle avais trois ans. Voici un photo de nous.

Nous avons porté un bottle of cider de pommes (je vous demandé votre pardon encore une fois).

Lynnie a...baké un gatêau- il était delicieux! (Son gatêau est celui au centre.. Les autres pieces sont crée par Amelie.)

Nous avons passé un soirée très agréable. Nous avons parlé de securité dans l’aêroport et aussi de les conditionnes de.. erm..traffique (ahaha). Nous avons aussi parlé de fontagne..ou fontaine.. pens (stylos!) et of stationery. Amelie était très surprise que Kevin ne sait pas de fountain pen erasers. Moi, je ne sais pas non plus, mais je n’ai dit pas quelque chose;)

J’ai decouvré que Ai-Lyn et moi would have attendu le même école et in the same year too si je had not left Australie. Les garçons complainent qu’ils waste deux annes dans NS et moi aussi, je peux dire la même- Ai-Lyn est dans la quartième année de université!! GRrr. Ça me fait très angry (fache? Something like that)!

Before we knew it, il était trois heures du matin! Nous avons dit bonne nuit tristement et avons retourné chez nous. Amelie m’a donné les noms du fromage donc on a mangeons parce que Kevin veux les achèter. Il était un expérience très bien!

En Anglais, brevement: (in English, briefly) Last night, Kev n I went to our friend Amelie's place for dinner. Amelie's on exchange from france and she's in law too. We also met Ai-Lyn, who's been here since she was three but was born in Singapore. We would've been in the same high school, in the same year too, if I hadn't moved. Awesome food and better conversation (kev might argue it was the other way around though- the dude can't stop thinking about the cheese platter). After last night I feel like doing some serious french revision (Lynnie's french is damn good) but we all know this won't last the end of the day. Oh well.

C'est la vie.

Dark Marks

2005-09-24T21:05:00.000+08:00

In the dark days after finishing Harry Potter 6, many of us were upset over _____ getting ______ by ______ and then ___ and ____ so he could _____ and some _____... (Ha. Okay enough. But that was fun.)

This is what a Dark Mark looks like:

This is my creative interpretation of a Dark Mark:

And this is Emil’s:

Nesh prefers a more subtle interpretation:

In case you have failed to appreciate our creative ingenuity, the yellow/red/orange things are gummy snakes Am is selling to raise money for her dance production. Watch this space; more sales in the future, I’m guessing.

All-you-can-see

2005-09-21T20:39:00.000+08:00

Dear everybody,

Here are a billion photos with the Eileen commentary turned off. Because there are a billion photos. (Most off Nesh's blog- I thank you in advance;)) Anyway I figured you are all intelligent enough to figure out what the picture is of.

For example,

This is a picture of Emil and Am at Starbucks. They are eating bagels.

Another example:

This is a picture of Am and Nesh. Am is eating a bagel, but Nesh is not.

Get the hang of it?

Okay maybe this one needs a little explanation.
This is a picture of Vong waving his arms wildly. Haran is taking a picture of me. Maha is being seduced by the couch.

This photo is out of sequence but there is no way on earth I'm going to redo everything on Hello. So just ignore it.

Okay, now Maha has been seduced by the couch. Later that night the couch convinced the boys to cancel their clubbing date.

No need for a long caption: Us at Bismi. Nuff said.

This is a good time to stick to my commentary-off position, I think.

Oh wait, I have something to say about this photo. It looks prima facie like a VJ gathering. But wait! That's not Nat ...it's Rachel! Ahahaha.. Okay, you got it- commentary off.

See. Now I can't tell you who the mysterious lady cleaning the sink is.

Or why Kev has that mysterious look on his face.

I can't say whether or not this is my backyard.

Nor whether or not this is our greenhouse.

I can't even tell you how high we climbed to get this shot.

And you will all wonder forever more why this doggy looks so sadddd.
And soo cuuuute!

NOOOOooooooo

2005-09-16T22:58:00.000+08:00

You know WHY I haven't updated?? Cos Blogger ATE MY POST. It was 15000 words long and it just disappeared into thin air and I am never EVER blogging again, until tomorrow. Tomorrow ok? Before Haran gets here~YEAH!!! Ppl... This means CLUBBING.

Lamb Briyani, No Lamb Please

2005-08-30T23:02:00.000+08:00

This is the "lamb" briyani Emil and I shared at Bismi's (ON ELIZABETH!!! That's 2 milliseconds from where I live. There's another one here we've been going to, but you have to take the tram and it takes two million years to get there and the anticipation of awesomeawesome Bismi food, as we all know, is not a nice thing to deal with.)

So I'm spooning Emil's share of the rice onto his plate and he goes, "Where's the lamb?" The lamb's at the bottom of the bowl, I say. Nish also reassures us that the lamb's at the bottom. Two minutes later, I ask, "Where's the lamb?"

We got a replacement.

This is Nish. Nish is happy because his chicken masala came with..wait for it..
Chicken.

Exciting News!!

2005-08-30T22:29:00.000+08:00

First piece of exciting news:

Today kevin and I went to school!

Second piece of exciting news:

We saw Tan Cheng Han and Gary Bell on our way to school!

(my NUS Law Dean and Comparative Legal Traditions lecturer la)
We.. okay, I.. was going to say hi, when it struck us that it might be better not to. Can you imagine:

TCH: So how are you finding school?
Anon1: Well, we really enjoy the level of interaction in lectures here. *crosses fingers behind back*
GB: Have you grown in depth of thought, as you stated you were hoping to do in your application letter?
Anon2: Yes! Definitely. *thoughts of staring, mesmerised, at clothes tossing in the dryer flash through mind* (our dryer has a see-through door and I am always captivated by the highly entertaining 30-minute spin cycle)
TCH: And have you been examining how Singapore can learn from Australian law, as you also mentioned in your application letters?
Anon1: All the time, Prof, all the time. *thinks of all the gloating about 9 hour school weeks in UniMelb Law over msn*

Lawyers don't like to lie.

Spare Me!

2005-08-22T08:25:00.000+08:00

Hey there, bloodthirsty blog hounds! Here comes another blah post, with blah photos which have no connection whatsoever to one another nor to the post. (Your cue: whee!) I'm mad because I lost a longggg post. Here is my paltry effort at another one.

Yum, marzipan. I love marzipan. I have never seen marzipan in Singapore, except in a plastic tube in the 'Baking Needs' aisle. Sadly therefore, I have often resorted to satiating marzipan cravings by eating 'Baking Needs' marzipan.

(Something resembling) cherry blossoms! Okay I have no idea what they are, but they definitely resemble the cherry blossoms that the tree outside my old house gets smothered in every Spring. Anyway who cares who they are, they're damn pretty and I say we should all blog about pretty things, even though doing so may make you look highly unintelligent and/or unknowledgable..-geable..erm..
Ah, whatever.

The question you've been asking yourself all your life: "Where do mannequins come from?"
Voila, a mannequin shop.

Pavlova YUMYUMYUM. It tasted a LOT better than it looks. It looks bad becaue I took this photo with one hand. The other hand was simultaneously reaching for a fork, in order to minimise the time between taking the photograph and devouring the heavenly thing. (In case you haven't heard of pavlova before, it's a light and fluffy meringue made by beating egg whites and salt, sugar, vanilla, and vinegar. After that you bake it to dry all the moisture, so in the end you get a crisp crunchy shell on the outside and a sweet, eggy filling on the inside. YUM)

SOoo easy to get Paul Jennings and Emily Rodda here! I used to read them all the time growing up. Rodda and Jennings, not Evanovich..eyeballs back in sockets, please. A moment while I gush about my chick-lit find: ~ooohican'tbelieveIfoundHotSix, it'soneofthefewIhaven'treadandsoanywayIreaditanditwassososoSOOgood! Ah, much better.

I will blog! Soon! Once I get photos from Am and Nesh, pinkie winkie dinkie promise. With a cherry on top.

There Must Be Some Toros in the Atmosphere

2005-08-15T23:02:00.000+08:00

Okay, sorry I haven't been updating. It's just too far from the warm couch in front of the tv to my lappie.

Anyway here's a short post to keep the blog hounds at bay-

Remember how I was sniggering at everyone in hot and humid Singapore because we were having fantastic cool yet sunny days here in Melbourne? Well, ha ha, the joke's on me now. Last week it was freezing cold and during the brisk walks back from dinners and friends' places, all I had was the knowledge that I was a warm-blooded mammal with the innate ability to maintain thermal homeostasis to keep me going.
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I will blog soon, pinkie promise.

Majulah Singapura

2005-08-09T09:26:00.000+08:00

Every week while grocery shopping, I allow myself one non-essential item which cannot be found in Singapore. This week, in celebration of NATIONAL DAY!! that item is...

Can't be found in Singapore.. In fact, can be found anywhere but Singapore.

I will be eating Singapore noodles tonight with other Singaporeans on exchange and we will all be dressed in red and white. Other patriotic things I will be doing include watching the NDP online and sending National Day e-cards to myself.

Check out this one:
http://www.ndp.org.sg/Ecard_images/ndp12.swf
The supposedly eurasian kid looks like my brother when he was a kid. (Hello Di happy national day ~whee!)

This one is cool too. It reminds me of a Civil Defence Ad.
http://www.ndp.org.sg/Ecard_images/ndp28.swf
If you get stuck at the second task it's cos you waited too long to move the buildings.

And this one takes the prize for most..erm..rousing:
http://www.ndp.org.sg/Ecard_images/ndp39.swf

Happy National Day to all Singaporeans, heartlanders and non-heartlanders, quitters and non-quitters, regardless of race, language or religion, and may you all be quick to take advantage of the $40 National Day Specials before next year, when the sale items will cost a dollar more.

2005-08-06T21:41:00.000+08:00

Born Free...

2005-08-06T21:13:00.000+08:00

Super Saver's Great Spending Adventure

2005-08-03T22:52:00.000+08:00

I spent AUD$6.90 today on one meal. AUD$6.90 can buy 3 days' worth of groceries. AWw bummer. Photographic evidence of the crime follows.

Exhibit A

Scene of crime.

Exhibit B

Accused with accomplice. Police, however, suspect a third person was involved in the crime.

Exhibit C

Possible suspect. Note similarity between his obscured associates and the accused and accomplice (above, Exhibit B).

Exhibit D

The route taken by the accused after parting possession with the AUD$6.90.

Exhibit E

The victim was not able to testify due to severe indigestion- i mean, digestion.

Exhibit F

You wouldn't steal a phone.
You wouldn't steal a wallet.
You wouldn't steal your own camera.
Camera.
Would you?

Exhibits G and H

Winter.. Did someone say winter?
(objection Your Honour, irrelevant!! Objection sustained)
(Law and Order is on tv almost every night. I sit in front of the tv almost every second)

Law and Wong Bok

2005-08-01T23:38:00.000+08:00

What do you get when you put two law students in a shoebox with bad telly?

Public policy made across drying wong bok.

It is quite alarming and disturbing when you realise that the integrity of one's legal argument is somewhat compromised by the fact that one is also chopping onions at the same time.

Law Student A: It's actually a question of maturity as well as your driving skill...
Law Student B: ..So before getting a driving licence, you should also have to pass a.. social responsibilty test!
(both laugh)
Law Student A: There's wong bok on the table. We have been formulating public policy over wongbok and newspapers.

(See, normally I would've left these lame details out, but nooo... everyone wants coherent posts now don't they?? Ahh and now you suffer the consequences..)

Make Do

2005-08-01T16:16:00.000+08:00

Okay I don't see any of the 3 tagboards I'm supposed to but I've decided that, in keeping with the spirit of living in a shoebox with few shelves and no kitchen light, we'll all MAKE DO! Until I can be arsed to ask Kevin to share some technical expertise, everyone will have to leave comments instead. Sorry eh, but although the shoebox is shoebox-sized, there remains a considerable distance between my room and his. Besides, I'm in lect now; that means at least 100m to Kevin's room.

Laz 'R' Us

2005-07-29T15:11:00.000+08:00

...And for my first post I shall regale you with bits of updating I should've done ages ago but had no time to due to my commitments to lazing in front of the TV which, incidentally, is really bad. If you are allergic to on-monday-i-went-to-watch-a-movie-with-mary-and-jane-and-then-on-tuesday-i-went-shopping posts, tune in next post; or else get a grip on your eyelids, yank upwards and.. stay there till the end of the post.

1. Everything is good here.
2. It is cold.
3. There are hot guys.
4. There are even hotter girls.
5. I am NOT going to hook up with any angmohs!!

So that's the top 5 FAQs down.

6. My place: is very small but cosy. Kevin's room has no window. Except one frosted one that overlooks... my room. Kevin is permanently keeping the blinds drawn. Aww.

Oh wait. Now I write for the masses.. Let's try that again.

6. My place: is very small but cosy. My flatemate Kevin, who is the other NUS Law-er going to Mebourne, has a room with no window.Except one frosted one that overlooks... my room. Kevin is permanently keeping the blinds drawn. Aww.

My room has a view of the topmost bits of the city buildings (Dad and Mom: I can see the Commonwealth building on Bourke) but most of it is taken up by a view of the other residents in the same building. Once when I was sprawled ungraciously on the (small) couch watching tv (yes I seem to be doing a lot of that) I had to get up to shut the blinds because some bored dude was standing at the window staring at me. Like I said, tv is pretty bad here.

Other complaints about my place include: the electric (not gas) stove on which it takes 10 years to boil water, Kevin's room's LAN.. port.. thingy (fear not, I am doing internet law and will shortly be able to provide a more accurate description of the..thingy) which does not work, the flimsy chairs which Prash dearest bent out of shape, and the kitchen light which blew this morning and which must, as stipulated on the lease agreement, be replaced at OUR cost. Also there isn't much shelf space so Kevin and I took inspiration from the good ole karang guni man and picked some cardboard boxes off the side of the road. And. Carried. The. Monstrous. Things. Home. In broad daylight. ~Whee

On the bright side: it's new, it's got the cool buzzer thing that Loocy had at his (Loocy is the kind soul who housed us during our sydney trip; I don't think I like writing for the masses too much) and when there's ABSOLUTELY zero tv to watch, I enjoy flashing my pass to get into the lift. Just kidding. AND on channel one on my tv there's a CCTV thing of who's at the buzzer thing. And the place is a 5 minute walk to the city and a 10 minute walk to Law. Rent is cheap for a furnished apartment, these adorable ladies come to clean twice a month to save Kevin and I from drowning in the e coli which would otherwise accumulate and I saw a cute guy in the lift lobby yesterday.

7. School: Law is a HUGE fac because half the world does it as one of their two degrees. The building has 10 floors so it doesn't look so bad when you use it to get to class, as compared to at NUS where everyone knows you can't be arsed to climb one flight of stairs. NUS Law's library is better though, they weren't kidding us at the Dean's Tea speech.

(Btw is it TRUE.. Are we really the ONLY fac moving to bukit timah? Wah...Lau... Eh.........)

Also there are 13 Law Exchange Students and one of them is Kevin's army acquaintance- he's doing law in Nottingham- which makes it 3 singaporean exchangers and a hell lot more who are international students. Nobody can tell I'm from exchange. When I asked this girl (also Singaporean) in my Insolvency class whether Company is part of their core curriculum (it's not) she gave me this oh-dear-do-you-have-short-term-memory-loss-possibly-sustained-in-an-accident look.

The library has a copy of Tan, Thio and Yeo's Constitutional Law in Malaysia and Singapore. It is in the RBR section.

And also we zao-ed class during the 5 minute break out of pure laziness- the lecture was good but it was cold and I was sleepy. It will not happen again, Mom.

8. Friends: I haven't bothered to make any new ones except Erica (VJ ppl: She's Norman from s22's girlfriend and she's a real sweetie! I dunno how but she somehow recognised me at the uni's briefing for international students and introduced herself) and my next door neighbours (both Singaporeans) and this guy at the photocopying shop two blocks from mine (9 aussie cents a copy, and that's considered cheap. Printing is 60 cents a sheet. Apparently money trees are native to Australia) and the other NUS students on exchange (VJ ppl: they're both from VJ- danlin from s21 and shawn tan from the 00 batch.. 00s42 i think).

That's like.. i dunno.. 5 friends. Can count on one hand. But who cares because I have ALL MY S11ERS HERE I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH LA I WISH WE ALL LIVED IN ONE BIG HOUSE AND THAT PRASH AND NESH WERE EITHER AT MELBOURNE OR HAD CARS.

And s11ers and PRs... I can't count on two hands. Awesome.

So, 9. I am really getting on okay here. Mom is not to worry too much. I won't explode any more eggs in the microwave.

And 10. I miss you all! If there is one lesson I can impart to my fellow Singaporeans it is to eat as much bak kwa as possible.

Thankyou for having reached the end of this awful post and enduring that last sentence which did not make much sense. I composed it in front of the tv.

2005-07-28T23:01:00.000+08:00

More photos to follow.. Kevin refuses to send me the one I took of him in his very convincing karang guni pose.

Didders don't stress! Prelims are easy peasy japanesey. On hindsight.

In Australia, they watch tv sideways.

The poor chair was never the same after the Prashmonster brutalised him.

Australian chinese tea cups. Goldfish bowl-shaped to bring out flavour.

Australian candles. Made of toothpicks and tissue paper coloured with highlighters. (Erica's 20th la)

And that's why the lifts are justified at Melb Law.

Kevin and I introduce karang guni to Australia.

For mom n dad.

Indian poker with a twist.

For mom n dad again

Kevin and I introduce frontal-view tv watching to Australia.

Daddy look! Commonwealth building! I'm at the corner of Victoria. CUB is not at bouverie anymore!