christmas went by in a blur
the night before christmas eve, i stayed up to finish reading dan brown’s the lost symbol…which isn’t a book i’d recommend, though it makes me want to visit washington dc. christmas eve morning, the bandfest honour band people decided to have a sentosa outing, and i joined them. i felt old to be hanging out with seventeen-year-olds, but their youthfulness is very refreshing, because i feel like i have aged beyond my years after all the problems with amos. i know i sound melodramatic here but i see no other way of phrasing it.
i was late for christmas eve service..a hilarious experience i’ll reserve for my main blog. i sat with enghong, and after service two friends asked whether he was my boyfriend. very strange. anyhow, we went for supper at newton, and thereafter he dropped me off at a friend’s place for our bandfest chaperon sleepover.
i probably reached the place at 11.50 or something, because after settling down, someone took up her phone and went ’shhh it’s a minute to christmas!!’ and thereafter when midnight came upon us she jumped up and started hollering merry christmas to all and sundry while the rest of us were like rofl ‘merry christmas yes omg lower your voice you’re gonna wake the entire neighbourhood!’
we had steamboat and mahjong and took retarded pictures. one particularly bad one which i hope nobody posts online (we were spamming pictures without knowing whose camera it was) had jan taking the people on the mat and i popped my head in front of the camera at the last moment but at a very unfortunate angle. in the picture my head is on top of somebody’s crotch like omg super wrong even though i was a metre away. darren left near 4am to go home to shower and pack, and at 5.30am the rest of us booked a maxicab to the airport to send him off. we were trying our best to chase him home, i mean like hello you have a flight to catch and you haven’t finished packing? (sounds familiar though..) the train home from the airport was hilarious, they were all nodding off on each other (while try as i might i couldn’t sleep on the train).
i got home at 9 or so, and started wrapping presents for the annual family christmas party. i do so love wrapping presents, not that im very good at them. i must say though that i also love unwrapping presents but the chance to do that falls by the year…it must be very sad to be an adult, they rarely ever get any presents. after a very filling lunch of ham and pasta and roast beef and stuffed turkey, i fell asleep on the couch. it was convenient that they had the shoulder-wrap pillow haha.
i came home and continued sleeping to make up for the past three nights of wakefulness…but now i kinda regret it because i don’t think i’ll be able to get to sleep tonight..oh well, merry christmas people.
list of things to do
my house and my room is in a huge mess, but the only thing im mildly interested in packing is my book cupboard. even then it’s not packing, more like re-arranging.
also, i have realised that when nobody asks me out, nobody asks me out; when somebody asks me out, everybody asks me out on the same day. today, i went shopping alone – i finally bought a pair of dance shoes that i’ve been saving up for since i saw jamila bellydance in heels:) christmas eve, there’s honour band outing in the morning, my fave ex-air-stewardess pris’ housewarming, church christmas service and bandfest chaperons stayover at sherrie’s at night. and then…it looks like my life will be dull and boring and moody until school starts.
speaking of school – i have had no news regarding subject registration. im not even frustrated anymore.
of late (i mean the past couple of days), i dress up for no reason at all. like the other day i wore skirt and heels just to buy lunch at bukit merah central. another day i dressed up and put on make up just to go to popular at tiong bahru plaza. i happened to run into jiayi at tiong bahru and she was like ‘er, where are you going?’ ‘popular’ ‘but you’re so dressed up?!” ‘er. -shrug- play play lor.’ i think i am going to extremes to distract myself, or perhaps i am just going mad.
i have a list backlog of things i wanna blog about, including broadway beng’s jiak liu lian, shanghai and bandfest. instead, i end up moping and moaning on my blog. very sad. also i need to do my annual books-i-read-this-year entry!
today amos put my stuff outside my door and left without even ringing the doorbell. it’s irritating because now my parents guessed that im probably having problems with amos and they’re being in some ways nicer and more sensitive but that really makes things worse. im too proud for their pity, and i don’t want them to worry about me.
in the past when i cut myself amos always threatened to let my parents know. i would tell him i don’t want my parents to worry about me, then he would go, oh, then you want me to bear that burden for you? so i guess he should be very glad that he’s out of my life and doesn’t have to care about such inconsequential matters such as self-hurt.
btw, dan brown’s latest novel the lost symbol is not a very engaging read. i did finish it but it was not un-put-downable like da vinci code, was quite draggy actually.
layer by layer, they made me cry
today, i ate two whole onions. i can half imagine yenn cringing. i meant to make a chicken onion carrot combi, but of course with two onions it turned out to be an onion dish accompanied by the rare piece of chicken breast. but it was satisfying, much more so than hawker fare, which i get increasingly sick of (i would never have said this when i was living in the uk of cos) but arghh there’s just nothing to my fancy.
so onions to the rescue. perhaps i should start brainstorming onion recipes. like onion-ginger, onion-broccoli, onion-potato, onion-bean, onion-tomato etc. if you have any suggestions do share.
snacking
eating chocolates to keep me awake as i do my essay…only problem is, they are liqueur chocs, so i can’t be quite that awake and alert if i eat too much and get high…
that being said i don’t have enough chocolate to get high on, they’re so pricey and precious and delicious.
ah-ha i like that line, |p|alliteration and heavy plosives sinking into rhyme. yay. (and i didn’t even learn this from creative writing but from secondary school lit. pah. on monday rose was like ‘i am super unimpressed with her as a teacher’. i’ll have to agree.)
rhyme for a dime
i once had a shirt
’twas quite the favourite,
black, on it,
a jar of jam,
glowed in the dark
o how it warmed my heart.
where’s it now?
i wonder aloud.
gone to the recyclers
i had no doubt.
what a pity, what a waste,
my shirt gone away,
wish i’d get it back again
but to wear it
is to spoil it
so what’s the point anyway?
i can’t get to sleep
so we met up on friday, and decided i was to write scenes 1 and 3 while she wrote 2. our deadline was sunday. it is now 3am on monday and her part is not in yet. so if she comes in and says oh you know, dear girl, your part of the writing is shingz you gotta redo it, i’ll be saying to her, at least its shingz and not non-existent.
i am well-aware that my scene 1 is not humorous enough. i need to make the dialogue a lot sharper, but i don’t know how. i’ve gone through my earlier blog entries, especially those from jc-era to find out what made people laugh (there was a time in jc when people said my blog was funny! mostly cos i blogged convos which made me laugh. that has since changed. either my friends don’t laugh a lot or i lead a sad life and not many things make me laugh. there is a third alternative i prefer not to admit to myself. sigh.) looking back at my blog entries, i felt very sad, jc was so much more…fulfilling. nowadays it is just reading and writing and reading and writing. i want to join a cca, too bad i was too lousy for contemp.
scene 3 is not too bad, if just rather cliche. it’s funny, you know, how she thought my original story was cliche and when i came up with scene 3 she thought it was cool. i think scene 3 is cliche! i think minimalist/postmodern theatre always tends to be cliche, you kinda get sick of it, like you watch beckett one too many times and you’re like ‘YES I GET IT NOW GET LOST’. but people think it’s cool so i don’t mind having my name on it.
after exams i will write my original stories. for this project alone, i had 3 main stories, all of which she threw out on basis that it was 1. too didactic, 2. too technical, 3. too cliche. after exams i will write my plays and stories the way I WANT. even the fourth idea of a play was pretty much supplied by me, although for that she was a lot more enthusiastic so she brainstormed a bit more and contributed more to the storyline. well at least that keeps my first 3 stories my own.
i can’t sleep. im wide awake.
very, very poor packaging
so, vitasoy has just changed its packaging. i laughed out loud when i saw it. it replaced its instantly recognizable blue-and-white with this beige-brown packet with a pile of soys. whoever designed it ought to be fired, because vitasoy now looks like any other soya bean milk on the market. how lame!
dehydrated
just now i looked at my water bottle and realised i only drank 1/3 of it. i was shocked. i drank less than 500ml for the whole day??? so i gulped down the rest of my water bottle and am going to gulp down a glass of water now. omg!! no wonder my lips are cracking.
a gin and tonic, please
this happened last week when i was in the shower.
amos: what are you doing?
me: bathing.
amos: can i look?
me: no, go watch tv.
amos: orh.
i came out to see him watching doraemon and i thought the whole thing was hilarious, as if he was just being quite innocently curious.
or it could be the residual alcohol from the night before, because for once i managed to laugh all of his sister’s hostile questions and remarks off when usually i would be feeling hurt and offended. i then thought that perhaps i should always have a pint first before heading to his place. i think being high and feeling invincible beats being hurt.
belly for the goods
after tomorrow i’d have met most of my friends…with the exception of rose, which im rather sad about because out of all my friends she’s the one i talked to the most when i was in the uk. strange that she’s also the one whom i least hang out with haha. rosemary if you read this i demand to skype you even if you’re too busy to meet up hahaha.
i had a very satisfying dinner with amos just now. zichar! and chilli crab. for some reason i kept thinking about crab, and voila the zichar stall sold crab. i never enjoyed crab much in the past because the method of slaughter was a nightmare and i usually boycott the dish, but today i had an urge. (i succeeded being vegetarian in the uk for some weeks..then for some reason i leapt to the other extreme and became carnivorous. perhaps another trip to the zoo would remind me about not being cruel to animals…) and the eggplant! i want to go back to eat eggplants:)
