It's beginning to feel like december...

For sandy

plc sucks
so much homework
blah blah

Received during the Opening Address

Okay

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

Thank yous

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

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

..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*