i should be famished by now but i dont feel that hungry. im guesssing that i'm burning the considerable store of fat accumulated over the cny break. but that tiny consequence aside, chinese new year is the best festival of the year, hands down. i love this time of the year so much. i think i must be one of few people who actually like meeting ''distant'' relatives (meaning, those whom i come into extensive contact with for a day or two during cny, then nada for the other 363 days). i remember, when all of my paternal relatives came over to my place on the first day, it got late so everyone streamed out to the porch. the twenty-something of us were saying goodbye and whatnots there when my indian neighbour looked out of his window, probably wondering what the noise was about. so while everyone was moving to their cars, my cousin commented ''everything we wanted to say in a year we say tonight/today''. reallly hit home haha. but really, with some relatives, meeting less often does our relationship good. some are really nice and fun to chat with, but some are seriously antagonistic and self absorbed and silent. okay, its only one person. and im not going to feel bad about saying it cause its the truth. to me, cny is actually a challenge of sorts: an hour or so to make an impression to last a year. love it

then there's the other side of cny. gathering with people you love and appreciating that everyone is there. reunion dinner was prepared by aunt pp this year instead of grandma. less complicated dishes, great effort nonetheless (:        i love everyone, i love all 15 of us

oh lunch now, how do i save this as a  draft?????
 

Just got back from cny lunch, Serena’s treat. The char siew so was fantastic, mmm! There was so much food: 6 courses, preceded by about 10 dishes of dim sum. Oh, Theresa couldn’t decide which of the two versions of duck would taste better, so she ordered half a duck of each version. The two versions were: USA duck and normal duck. Right… Anyway, USA duck was just the regular roast duck you can get elsewhere. Then came this dish that looked like pork ribs in citrus sauce. But, what we ordered was sweet and sour pork ribs. We figured that this was a dish meant for another table, but it looked rather yummy so we tucked in regardless. It tasted exactly like what we assumed it was, pork, fried pork. Turned out that this pork tasting meat was the ‘’normal duck’’ dish! Now, Duck does not taste like this. Normal, indeed.

In all, it was a great lunch. Mr Martin told us about the drunk Japanese who ‘’fought till the end’’ of the golf game, you gotta admire those Japanese for their spirit. I guess this is the good thing about a small firm; the atmosphere is cosier, everyone is friendly and happy, and the working environment is relaxed. My favorite friend is Rena, who sits to my right. She is a pretty malay lady who always insists on treating me to lunch or teh tarik. And I’m absolutely in awe of Mr Martin. He is so utterly cool, and he speaks so well, and is so intelligent and wise. And he is compassionate too. He is one of those people whom, within a couple of minutes of meeting him, you can tell that he is a born lawyer. He says such interesting things, about judges and cases and golf and Japanese.

40 mins till 4.30

Anyway, I was telling choki, I’m feeling exceedingly happy today because I’m wearing my fire skirt. I love it, it’s so pretty. So far I’ve worn 3 kinds of office wear: blouse-and-pants, dress, flare-y skirt. I haven’t tried pencil skirt though. Maybe next next week, after I’ve lost the cny weight I’ll be putting on next week. I’ve decided the ugliest of the 3 kinds I’ve worn so far is the blouse-and-pants outfits. Shall not wear them anymore. But I’ve almost exhausted all my office outfits, I think I will have by the end of this week. So ill probably have to start repeating. But actually work outfits are quite nice, though all the skirts are so long and shorts are out. But actually long skirts are good too; in fact, they look much classier than the denim skirts. Only pants are not nice.

Gosh I’m so full. I don’t know why, though. Maybe it was the tea. I drank a lot of tea because I was too embarrassed to turn the rotating glass towards me. Whenever my plate was empty, and the dish that happened to be in front of me wasn’t the one I wanted, I would drink tea. Since this occurrence is due partly to luck, and since I’m not very lucky, I ended up drinking a lot of tea.

15 mins till 4.30

oh no, im starting to think that Mr Martin has forgotten about bringing me to meet the client at 4.30. its already past time and he seems nowhere near done with the client currently in his office. in fact, i think the one in his office now is the 4.30 one! just that he came early. sob, i love meeting clients, its like listening to a story and thinking of ways to present the story in the most advantageous light to the courts. exciting.

I CANNOT GET OVER IT
I CANNOT BELIEVE I LOST MARKS FOR A REGURGITATION QUESTION
and so many marks!

TWENTY SIX  freaking marks
all i wrote was pure trash
was just on stomp.com, but couldnt find anything on bio paper 3. maybe it was too easy a paper, not worth anyone's time to discuss? BUT OF COURSE its simple, it was just regurgitation.

using cause-and-effect analysis:
all Bs
cry
no med school
no law school
no scholarships, hell, no INTERVIEWS
no nothing


i sincerely hope accountancy takes people with 4 Bs. in the worst case scenario, there's still nursing and engineering i guess. which i have no aptitude and attitude for totally. I DONT KNOW oh S**T, seriously
 
but maybe even B is  wishful thinking. for gp, the first of the many screw-ups, B would be pushing it. MODERATE please, cambridge. moderate me up oh my god what the hell

this is way selfish, but in times of peril i spare thoughts for only myself: i wonder (read: hope/pray) the rest of singapore didnt study HGP too. (sorry).
AHHH human genome project  why why why

maybe i should go over to leeza's house and meet her and hz, i think im getting a little obsessive over this
I STILL CANT GET OVER IT!



THIRTY NINE
 

'campfire was awesome.' standing in the packed central plaza, arms around friends, belting out those cheena songs i once despised, the feeling is just amazing, unforgettable.  its school spirit, camaraderie, tootness, gratitude and hope rolled into this big euphoric mass of emotions. this is the good old days, you know. cause this is what im gonna remember when i've forgotten all about integration and foot of perpendiculars and prophase, metaphase and telophase. 

i love hc, i love all the people i thought about when i was singing, i love the class benches and the wings, i love s71 and all you other wonderful people, i love the bridge and the clock tower , the cheers and the songs. i love hwa chong, go to hell, all you people who think raffles is better. haha kidding kidding whatever. many apologies to hewlett for messing up the turns and those who had to bear with my singing (:

HHAAH im having quite a lot of fun asking people to come down for sl, WANYIN you crazy girl i havent seen you in so long! 

thanks jx, the food was MMMMMM haahhah i wanna try your cakes! shabu shabu! sleepovers at jx's place are always food filled affairs. sago, mushrooms and 3 second pork, and all that chocolate. thank god height and weight is already past ha
i feel so healthy today. man, sam dragged me out of bed at 7plus and i walked all the way to toa payoa mrt to go to tution MYSELF (: and after  that i came home MYSELF too. haha breathing in all that fresh morning air, awesome. i love heartlands in the early mornings.
supposed to do some econs worksheet now but oh well. OH we watched this crazy show, Blades of Glory. oh my goodness. HAHAAH it was hilarious but sick at times. although the nutty elvis inspired cover of the dvd made all of us go HUH?? at first, it turned out rather heartwarming in the end, what a great show.




COME WASH CARS PEOPLE PLEASEEEEEEE

so, we'll all flip the calendar, back to the drab cardboard backing.
i wouldn't say 07 was one of the best years of my life, short as it is. but whatever it is, a year has come and gone. and i guess, i saw a bunch of extraordinary things, that i never used to believe in. 

friends are like droplets from the spray of a water hose.
what with everyone going to different schools/countries and all, we end up keeping in touch with only those whom we truly hold close to our hearts, dont you think? and thus we see more clearly, who are the coveted lifelong friends we so seek. 

2007 was also a year of record breaking results. and it will be the first and last year of records of this sort, i swear

so much more, but this is not the place. call me a private person, but i hardly see the point of blogs unless one seriously types 80% of what he/she thinks. which means that, this blog is rather meaningless. yeaa and i just typed a whole entry haa what the hell



together now, throw up your hands in the air, and say 
goodbye 2007

, will you smile when waving?

365-2