Almost. We almost got everyone except Sarah. Many thanks to Aunty for cooking, I believe I shall convince her that I should be at her house whenever she is in Singapore. And Liyu showed her once in a long while feminine side and baked JY a fabulous birthday cake. Then we have JY who whispered, ‘huh…who’s birthday?’
As we were, 3 years ago…
This is dedicated to Rachel Gan, to always remind us that one butt-cheek says, ‘EEEE-EWWWW-GEEE’ and the other says, “A SII’.
Mollie who claims to be fat and Yiwen who came from Shape Run.
Happy 21st Birthday Aloysius! Aloy is generous to all his friends, extremely sweet to his girlfriend AND he is the perfect man- he carried an umbrella at his butt and he kissed his grandmother instead of his girlfriend on his birthday when everyone went, ‘Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!’ So sweet right, I was swooning after a long- time good friend, tragic dance partner, fellow committee member and a good secretary (that’s the irritating and funny part for him). Obviously, he is also a retard most of the time and extremely well- loved. And he has the married- man look now. Hur hur…
As Limin and I were on the way home, we started reminiscing about the fantastic council days of late nights and council room mornings. I wrote this 4 years ago and even now, we feel the same and we miss it so much:
‘Council- O man..what can I say about council. It rocked my LIFE!! Council allowed me to grow more independent. Gave me a chance to make many friends that I will always treasure, people that I know I can depend on. Council also made me more pro-active, by working and working hard with everyone, it teaches you not to slack and you must get things done as soon as possible. We are a a TEAM, always inter-dependent on each other. It helps to carry this ‘If-you-see-that-you-are-not-doing-anything-find-something-to-do’ attitude to whatever I take on. From banging lights for MAF under the sun, painting blasted banners, revamping the Student’s Lounge, wrapping flowers, being construction workers, playing games, council parties to group gossiping at our favourite Thai Noodle House, suffering Ke Ai Ji, dancing and singing our lives away. We shared tears of fufillments and regrets, sweat over work and fun. Nothing can beat that! Council gives me the reason to look forward to the day despite the fatigue. It tells me that I am not wasting my life, I gained alot from being a councillor. It entails not only diverse attire… wearing blazers and ties to jeans and council polos but also to tshirt and shorts and even to our secondary school uniform. Being a councillor means a responsiblity, a privilege and most importantly a duty. Shirts to tuck in, enthusiasm to maintain, a new set of rules to follow because you are not only a student, you are also a councillor. Its something to be proud of. The most important thing is taking pride and always remember that I AM A COUNCILLOR regardless of what I do.’
Felt the goosebumps coming as I read it, but in all honesty, council forced a group of enthusiastic and visionary people together to create fantastic moments (think MAF. think Halloween. think Eleco. think drenched in yellow pain.), memories that will hold us together for a long time to come.
The story of how Aloy and I became dance partners. It was the council initiation as we were just being elected i.e. we were blindfolded and made to crawl through a maze covered with yellow pain and there were seniors pouring more paint on you and slathering it on. Therefore, the best way to identify who got elected was to look at their hair and see if you can find yellow streaks. We were damn kind to our juniors, we used hot pink. Then we were told to line up in two rows and they proceeded to match us to our dance partner by height, I was praying that I don’t get an absolutely gross person as a dance partner. Ta da….I got Aloysius Tan who looked absolutely sullen and retarded. Even after they reshuffled and assigned dance partners officially, I still got stuck with Aloy who cannot dance for nuts. And there goes the beginning of a great friendship….
End of a week’s worth of work and I cannot wait for next week to come. Bouncing and bouncing in excitement.
Mols: Dinner and movie with Mollie who was the funniest and bitchiest ever. And of course, extremely thoughtful- he actually went to Marks&Spencer’s to get 2 bags of chips and chocolate-coated raisins for the movie. PLUS PLUS he had wet tissues too. Hahahahaha… Amazed.
Persepolis: It was a story about an Iranian girl who struggled to find normalcy in her complicated world. A rather poignant account of which I think most of us can relate to, not the parts on religious struggles or political anarchy but simply that of a teenager finding her place in the world.
XY & YX: XY is back and Yixin is leaving soon. It was amazing talking to XY and to hear her amazing stories at Oxford and how she has continued having a purposeful life, volunteering with Oxfam, campaigning at Glastonbury, wearing her scholar’s gown, studying hard and hopefully getting her first class in PPE. I felt so small.
4D: Fun and funny as usual and it was fantastic to see everyone again.
Dark Knight is another must watch, I coereced Limin to watch it, as it fell out of her usual atas genre. It was terrifyingly morbid and the actors were fantastic. The plot blew me away,it was value-for-money, given the length of the show, and the twists at the least expected parts.
This was the most worrying departure. Really damn sad, we have never been so far away from each other for almost half our lives, I felt abit lost as I watched Joyce walk through the departure gate.
That Monday morning, in fear that we wouldn’t be able to wake up, Huishan was there at 10pm on Sunday and I was there at 1am on Monday. Why in the world did she choose such a horrible time.. 6am flight!?
I was sure that if I slept, I wouldn’t have the enthusiasm to drive from one end of the ECP to the other end. Freaking far, no matter how deep the friendship was. So, Shan and I amused ourselves at Starbucks, lamenting the fact that Joyce will be gone, praying that she doesn’t get into trouble, dreading the distance. At the same time, talking nonsense and fighting to stay awake.
Almost like a Princess, leaving the palace and the people who would protect and love her. I know she would have plenty of fun (Joyce, you better have less fun and take care of yourself)! Till we meet again a year later.
A week where many friends left- one went home, one ran after her career and the other on an adventure. Heartwarming to see them and a sinking feeling when they left again. Owell. That’s what it has been all about, leaving and coming back and still so glad to see each other again.
Ying stayed just about the same, asked about dating and she said, ‘Let’s not talk about this stuff. Since when Ying talks about things like that.’ So she doesn’t, never had and someday will. She will die if I had told her that she is a sweet girl and she really is. And now, she has already completed her degree and is working in US, while the the rest of us are still running around and figuring what to do with our lives.
The walk took a little more than two hours and we covered 1/8th of Kent Ride Park (the other 7/8th by car), Hort Park, Alexandra Arch, Telok Blangah Hills, Henderson Waves and Mt Faber. It was beautiful and quality bonding time with Aloy, Yixin, Daphne and TP. Aloy is a perfect guy, he carried an umbrella at his butt just in case it rained. It was highly amusing.
Hort Park was obviously artificial, lots of landscaping works and quite pretty in a futuristic way and not a close to nature way.
Top Right: Aloy in Yixin’s sunglasses looking a tad gay.
Alexandra Arch
Henderson Waves. This place was really quite cool.
My favourite picture of the day.
At Mt Faber where we found my little act of vandalism 9 years ago.
And we ended up at Vivocity.
In a day of laughter, company and bubbling joy, there was plenty of time for both conversations and quiet reflection. So many random thoughts ran through my mind- the first service I went to alone, now that Amanda is in NZ; Simplexity, which finds a simple answer to questions like the US presidential elections and more; the person I have been, and the bigger person I should aspire to be; taking stock and appreciating what I have and in the meantime, holding up a conversation with God in my thought. The more I thought, the happier I got and everything seemed minute in the greater scheme of things. 60 years later,which makes 21 900 days later, which translates to be 525 600 hours later, and that converts to 31 535 000 minutes later, can you still remember what happened this minute? Isn’t it easy to let go of unhappiness and regrets when you feel so much joy and assurance? Everything can be really small when I wanted to take a step back, but of course, I don’t always want to. Sometimes, I just want to mire myself in misery because it is hard to forget. Yet slowly, unwillingly, I am. I even forgot that I had a particular friend until I met her on the streets again. How odd.
At this moment, I have a thought, I missed Yixin and I am happy that she is back. I am also damn happy that Ya Qi is home! I always miss Ya Qi.
I am awfully pleased with myself right now, having gone through a fulfilling and enjoyable day. It was rather mad though- it started with facial which I was 1 hour late for; then I met Amanda (who realised the night before that her flight was at 10pm, and not 10am. The best thing was that the air ticket clearly said “2230″. How could that blonde moment of the year even happen? AND I miss her like crap now… I won’t see Jie Jie for ONE YEAR or maybe even more); closely followed by an awesome church service; then I met Huishan to buy dresses and ended the day with the most orgasmic movie in a long time, Red Cliff.
Before I actually begin gushing about Red Cliff, I must yabber on about the new dress I bought today! In the past week, I have bought 5 dresses. Haha. And the one I bought today was the priciest and most special, it is a black, low v- neck maxi dress with colourful floral prints. It is so long that I can trip while walking and I already did. I have no idea why I bought it actually, I think I shall only wear it when I go shopping with Shan, because she is the only person I trust not to laugh at me in horror. Besides, she practically coerced me to buy it. Still, it is a pretty dress, just reaaally long. Haha. I shall make an effort to wear it so that I won’t waste my money. Don’t laugh. I don’t know whether the bad thing is that it is really low or that it is really long.
I haven’t watched a show like Red Cliff for a long time and it made the history junkie in me very happy. The cinematography was fantastic, it wasn’t overly computerised and the battle scenes were magnificent. Hui Shan and I were making orgasmic noises the entire time. She was damn noisy, gasping and ahhh-ing over each nameless unknown soldier who got pierced and spurted blood. At least, I ooo-ed and ahhh-ed and sighed (softly), only when Takeshi came out, which was pretty much the entire show la. He was damn handsome as Zhuge Liang. I think I would have been less amazed by the show if Zhuge Liang was an ugly dude. Ok superficiality alert. Both Takeshi and Tony Leung looked damn good just standing there with an amused expression on their faces, horribly kissable. Their conversations were entertaining and punctuated with unexpected humour. I like funny, intelligent, sexy and refined men (although Shin Yi exclaims in horror whenever I tell her that the law dean quite cute wad).
Lin Chi Ling was retarded in that show. She acted as the wife of Sun Quan (Tony Leung) and her most memorable scene was when she tried to bandage him in a daaaamn kinky way. She had to hug him in a daaaaamn sensual way, just so that she can bring the bandage around his body and back to the front, maybe she has short arms, I forgive her for that. BUT she then went behind him, so that she can hug him again and now so that she can bring the bandage from back to front to back. Brainless or what. It was damn funny though. Huishan and I wanted to die. Must watch. We figured that our Chinese Appreciation classes in secondary school was damn useful.
