Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Birthday Presents

I've thought of another item for my wishlist.

It's one issue of 8Days.

Don't worry, it only costs 2 Singaporean dollars. Or 4.60 Ringgit, when I used to buy it.

Ahhh, but there is a catch.

You see, it's a specific issue that I want. One from back when I was in high school. Form 5, to be exact.

I remember this issue fondly, because it brings back memories of everything I loved most about my life in Form 5.

Firstly, it brings back memories of going to Plaza Pelangi after classes on Friday to have lunch and shop around before going to Omega for tuition.

We had the routine down pat.

The night before, everyone (usually Lynette, Fangi, Melissa, you-know-who, and I) would decide what school shirt to bring to school to change into for tuition. The Agape Sempre Fidelis from our 2004 Christmas Concert was my favourite.

Friday afternoon, we'll all meet up at the school gate and be picked up by someone's mother (I forgot who, sorry!), and dropped off at Plaza Pelangi just before the office block. Then it was time to decide what to have for lunch. Usual suspects: Vivo, Secret Recipe, McDonalds (especially if they had curly fries for Fangi). Shopping came after, usually to Popular, and definitely a stop at Ideal Collection for yours truly to buy her star making paper. Then a stop at the newsagent on the 2nd floor to buy 8Days, as BM with Roslan just wouldn't be complete without it.

NB: After a while, my mum told my newspaper delivery man to drop it off during his newspaper route every week. Tuesdays became my favourite day to come home and find my beloved magazine already on the table. Except the annual bikini issue, thanks to the Malaysian censorship authority.

By the way, THANKS MUM for indulging a silly addiction of your daughter. And her BFFs. And Kit, who memorised how many stars each movie was given in the review section. I kid you not.

Anyway. After procuring the essential ingredient, off we were to Omega at 2.10 to grab a good spot for our tuition that started at 2.30pm. Which never worked anyway, since we were almost always at the back. If Malaysian drivers were as nice as Australian drivers, I would be reading the magazine while crossing the roads. But they aren't, so I had to restrain myself for the sake of not becoming XinYu soup to fill the potholes.

BM with Roslan from 2.30-4.30 was not spent learning Malay, we just made sure we got the handouts and instead devoted our time to reading 8Days and folding stars. Sorry parents! To our defense, the air conditioning was working so hard we couldn't actually write.

Oh, and we got A1s anyway.

Another thing that this 8Days issue reminds me of, is the love for Singaporean TV that seemed to be ingrained into the minds of every teenage girl. I swear I've never watched TV1, 2, and 3 for more than 2 hours in my life combined. I've watched the Singaporean National Day Parade every year that I was in JB, and only once have I actually watched the national day celebrations of my own country. I've probably heard the Singapore anthem more often than that of my own country, and that's including all the times I sang it in school assemblies AND during choir practice.

If my dad had brought me to Singapore more often, I would definitely be calling myself an honorary Singaporean.

Ahhh Channel 8 and Channel 5 (I don't watch Channel U, sorry). During my high school life, my conversations with my friends went something like this: 10% about school, 50% about boys, and the remaining 40% was about Singaporean TV.

"Did you watch last night's episode of ___? OMG it was epic!"

"OMG, ___ is so evil! I can't believe he did that to his own brother's best friend's mother's ex-husband's adopted daughter!"

Even now, when I miss home, I just youtube Channel 8 dramas.

Okay, back to this one special issue. Non-JB dwellers, I'm pretty sure I lost you about 5 paragraphs ago. If any of you read this, I'm so sorry for boring you.

Let me describe this mythical issue to you. The concept for the issue came from an observation (by God knows who) that the actors in Mediacorp got significantly less endorsements compared to the actresses. So they got 8 actors to grace the cover, and in the cover story they each mimicked an endorsement of an actress. Eg. Christopher Lee remaking the jewellery ad by Fann Wong, lying in the back of a limo surrounded by powder blue Tiffany boxes. Julian Hee all covered with mud, mimcking the spa advertisment by Zoe Tay. My personal favourite was the Tay Ping Hui spoof of Huang Biren's fridge advertisment. I distinctly remember a picture of him actually sitting IN the fridge, and trying to act cute. Another picture had him leaning against the appliance, except being freakishly tall he actually dwarfed the fridge. Ahhhh Tay Ping Hui.

Yes, I want to get this issue because Tay Ping Hui is in it.

If anyone can get me this issue, I will crown you THE BEST PRESENT GIVER EVER and pledge my eternal love for you on Twitter, Facebook and my blog.

Up to the challenge?

P.S This issue was so popular with my friends that even the guys (CHENG YUAN XIANG) could not stop reading it in Chemistry class. Which resulted in Mr. HP "It's so SHINING" LIM confiscating it. I got it back in the end, but I suspect it was sent off to the garang guni during spring cleaning one year.

Monday, April 26, 2010

痴心的花拓也 [品冠 - 我以为]

My favourite song, and 2nd favourite scene from Autumn's Concerto. ♥ 花拓也

Thursday, April 22, 2010


Check it out!

Will update if I think of anything new.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Tina Fey's Rant on SNL

"I know you shouldn't judge people based on their appearance, but when your body looks like a dirt bang's binder from 7th grade metal shop, it doesn't bode well for your character. You know, there's a term for women like Bombshell McGee, they're called "Bombshell McGees". Seth, the world has always been full of whores.

For every Sandra Bullock there's a woman who got a tatoo on her forehead because she ran out of room on her labia. For every Elin Nordegren there's a Hooters waitress who spells Jamee with two Es and a star. You could be the women who cures cancer and up against some skank, walking giant, venny fake boobs with the nipple pointed in different directions like the headlights on an old Buick.

Wives, you're not the losers in these situations, you are the winners, because this (pointing to a photo of Michelle "Bombshell" McGee) has to be the loser. Bombshell McGee, ugh, I know you're into like Nazi stuff and white supremacy but if Hitler were alive today he even he would be like Poor Sandra Bullock, sie ist so ein netter womman.

God or no God? That is the question

Everytime I go to class and learn something new about the human body, I stop for a moment and wonder how we came to be. Sometimes I am 99% sure that there is a higher being that created us, who meticulously created all these chemicals and elements which we are made up of. Someone who made our organs from scratch, building each artery and cell. How else would we exist? All these intricate systems that exist in us. Sometimes I find it hard to believe that all these was just created randomly.

Scientists argue that there is no God, and that the universe was created from the Big Bang, a random collision of particles. But who created these particles? Who decided they should have energy, so they can move around and knock into each other?

Then I think about all the people suffering in the world. HIV/AIDS, cancer, drought, floods, earthquakes. If a God were to take so much effort to create us, why would He just leave us alone while so many suffer?

Last night I had an epiphany. What if there is a God, who created us, but has forgotten that we exist? A God, who was only a child when we were made, and like how children are, moved us aside to play with other more fascinating objects.

Just a thought.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

What I Feel

I feel tired. So many things to do in so little time. Yet everyone tells me it'll be worse when I start working. I seriously can't imagine it.

I feel overwhelmed.

I feel worried. Worried about so many things. Ugh, even typing about it makes me worried.

Yet I feel restless.

ARGH such an annoying cocktail of feelings.

Friday, April 02, 2010

Eat Pray Love

FINALLY! Can't wait to see if it's as good as the book!


I've only been home for 1 day and it's been a flurry of activities ever since. It's only now that I'm actually starting to reflect on the placement there.

Being away from Melbourne for 3 weeks was definitely different. Not just a change in surroundings, lifestyle, but in myself as well.

Though it was a placement and I had to work a 40 hour week, I felt calmer. Sort of. I can't really explain it, but it felt nice to be out of my tiny room and to be in a new environment. Plus with 2 housemates whom I did not really socialise with past 8 pm I had a lot of time to be by myself and think. Really think, instead of being distracted with the internet or idiotic drunks shouting at their friends while crossing the road when the traffic light is red. Okay, so the TV was kind of a distraction, but it was less of one. Just take my word for it okay?

Most of the pondering was about my plans for next year, but I spent some time reflecting as well. Thinking about how much has changed since coming to Melbourne. Not just style wise, as KK likes to point out to me. Relationships with friends, classmates, even my family. Seems to me that there has been so much change within the last 3 years, compared to the other 17 years before that. It's even more scary when I try to think about how much more these things would change, and when it would stop changing.

That said, it IS good to be back home. Though the thinking is still going on. Eeek.