Thursday, August 25, 2005
::Version 2::There was nothing particularly special about her. She was just normal.
She was neither rich or poor, just from a middle-class Chinese family. Which was a pity because it rid her of stories to tell: interesting anecdotes of how she went to school with the Prime Minister's children with a smattering of French phrases like cela est si drôle and bien sûr which she had of course learnt it at school (with the Prime Minister's children she'll never let you forget that), or heartrending stories of how she had to hurry back and forth from school and the nearby coffeeshop where she worked to help contribute to the family.
The only interesting story she could tell was that she was born on New Year's Day. The newspapers ran her story on their front page. Big bold letters: First Baby of 1988. People were interested, they read the article. They still go "wow the first baby of the year" when they first hear it. But after that, it often gets overlooked.
Just like the frontpage newspaper cutting of 1 January 1988, which she herself had forgotten where her mother had kept it.
To be continued...
(NOTE: This is a bout of, dare I say, inspiration for a story after chatting to Christopher on MSN)
Current Songs In Head
1. End of Fashion - Oh Yeah
2. Sarah McLeod - Private School Kid
3. My Chemical Romance - Helena
4. Gorillaz - Dirty Harry
5. Our Lady Peace - Do You Like It (yeah the sexy song Shel...)
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Now that I look at it, it all seems silly.When I told Fendi that I like him, there were plenty of erms and sorrys. I kept on knocking over my muffin which I thought was quite safe on my plate.
He came online and I was actually surprised that my hand promptly clicked on him. Though my heart was still thumping over Shirley Manson on the radio.
erm fendi
He was shocked when I told him. We hadn't talked for weeks and 'then suddenly this is the first thing' I tell him.
I was just as shocked myself, at my directness despite myself.
I apologised fervently but he said that I shouldn't. Then he went lol.
I went lol as well.
I was so silly.
But I don't mind. In fact I am proud of myself.
Because for all my silliness, at least I was honest with my friendship with him. That I guess was what mattered the most to me all this time. It frustrated me that despite us being friends, I couldn't be truly comfortable with him that I always had to watch my words my actions even if we were joking.
And we still are, because later he asked about my day and teased me for dropping my muffin (again).
Thank you Fendi.
Here I am. Ready to tell you that I like you.
Am I prepared? I don't know. I can hear my heart above my radio. It's going thump thump a-thump-thump-thump.
Am I prepared? I don't know. Might as well say this:
God, grant me the
Serenity to accept the things I cannot change
Courage to change the things I can,
And Wisdom to know the difference.
Perhaps today I might reach Nirvana because I have broken the vicious cycle and have gone to see the doctor.
I went to the doctor in between my Professional Writing and WAP lectures. Wah sie, I tell you the doctor is si buey unfriendly. The whole time his face so garam. What ever happened to that glowing compassion love care and desire for the patient the poor poor patient?
Anyway I related to him my ill-fated experience of being sick, plus all the symptoms lah, but all he did was grunt. Such sympathy. Bah.
He asks me a series of questions: do you smoke (no)? Do you drink? Do you do drugs? No no no. Are you on the pill?
Si mi pill?
Excuse me?
Sorry I mean what pill are you talking about doctor?
The pill. (looks hard at me) The birthcontrol pill.
Na bey, it's quite obvious lah I don't take or have any use for the damn contraceptive. No doctor.
Ah ha, he grunts raising an eyebrow.
Dot dot dot, goes my mind and me raising an eyebrow.
Nirvana, nirvana...One two three...
Sunday, August 21, 2005
In the words of Pablo Fransisco and according to the fortune-telling abilities of Yvonne and Ben, I shall have a very 'koochi-koochi' future ahead of me.After coming back from eating gelati at Freddo's, me Yvonne and Mario came back to my room. Took a pack of cards and tried, mockingly, to tell our fortunes.
Fucking hilarious.
I did Yvonne's fortune. Apparently Anthony likes her, will ask her out and become her boyfriend. And she will have the best mind-blowing sex with him. Ha, how she smiled no beamed.
Note to reader: this is just a game lah. We both are not some sex-crazed girls, people always ask these sort of questions when they play such games.
And note to Yvonne: ha, you better pray I have no other readers of my blog other than those back home and none from college and Melbourne Uni.
Then Yvonne did mine. Wah sie, it's a damn tok kong plot for a Channel 8 serial. Or for any one of those Taiwanese serials that those ah sohs watch.
Apparently I will marry Mario but because Mario is supposedly the best kisser he will be kissing Yvonne and even Sean Burke our Deputy Rector at the coming Turn. I would be having his kids but he gets corrupted by James and ah Jamesy bears him twins. Ohhh ah Jamesy better watch out when he sits at our table. Oh you hoochie woman. Ha ha...
Then I played the same game with Ben who is all the way in Sing but thank God for technology and MSN till six-something in the morning.
According to Ben's shamanistic abilities and my literary wit, Mario falls for me and declares his love but I reject him. I feel guilty because I am supposedly with Fendi but that doesn't work out either. So I confide in my gay best friend Eoin - we have a long way to go since I only stood in front of him for food yesterday - who also has boy problems. So we drown our sorrows in drink. We get so piss drunk and end up sleeping together (my god). I make him 'right' again cause get married and have kids but he has a love-hate relationship with me. Maybe because it might be the woman-hater part of being gay. But never mind, apparently he is the most loyal and we can talk about boys.
Yvonne, let's hope the cards are right - but only for you lah.
Friday, August 19, 2005
Just came back home. Surprisingly I am not cold even though I wore only a pullover out. In fact I feel warm.Oh yeah, the vicious Karma of the Absence of the Trip to the Doctor's still. Bloody hell.
Went to Kum Den (Chinatown) with Mario to makan supper. Ordered (too much) porridge and belly pork with preserved vegetables - shiok. Joked chatted and laughed with and at Mario - also shiok. Scolded Mario for sticking his chopsticks in his bowl - even more shiok ha.
Then we dropped by Tuan Yong's place to pass her my magazines. Seeing that I was with Mario a guy, she teased me and said wah pak tor already ha? What about Fendi? - to that I blushed. And Eugene leh, people jealous bah. To that I frowned.
After the utter fiasco of a friendship with Ian, the last thing I need is someone suggesting that another friend likes me. Even if it is jokingly. Because it reminds me.
It reminds me why Ian liked me in the first place: because someone suggested (jokingly) that I fancied him which I did not. Then because of that we have this bloody mess of what used to be a friendship and is now just another sad connection with another person I used and I thought I know.
It's sad.
Although I have already been here for a year, it still feels odd that I am not there back home celebrating Bjron's birthday with my family. It seems that I am out-of-place.
Hmmm, how apt. Out-of-place.
If I was back home, I'll pretend that there is no August 19. I'll go around, particularly purposely and only, Bjorn and act as though it is just another normal day and not his birthday. Which he sometimes demands that it be treated like a holiday.
I can imagine him all happy but going all sullen when he sees his da jie ignoring the all-important date. Then I will spring around and hug him and sing him:
Happy birthday to you
You are born in the zoo
With the monkeys and the donkeys
And a skinny kangaroooooooooooooo
Happy Birthday Bjorn. Love you.
Thursday, August 18, 2005
I feel like shit today.And yesterday and the day before. And the day before that as well.
In fact, ever since Monday.
I think it's because I had been looking after Tuan Yong when I stayed over at her place last Sunday so I might have caught the bug from her.
Ha, so much for being nice. 好心沒有好 bao (I forgot how to write that). I could do with some extra dinerios instead you know ha God? Ha ha ha...
Basically what happens every night since Monday is I wake up after twelve hours of very sound and very solid sleep but I still feel like crap and terribly lethargic. That and the feeling that there are wooden planks sandwiching my head. Though it might be the ghost of the feeling of the Melanau tradition ha.
In school it's not any better. Teacher talks, I stare because I have no inkling of what is going on. Or maybe it may be also due to the fact that I have not done my readings.
Either ways it's still scary because this is not Trinity. This, sayang, is university. (Note to self: Then why the hell am I still blogging?)
Dinner is fine but after that I feel warm. Eyes are red, face is flushed. But the latter isn't that bad: I look like I came off some magazine cover chee. Yeah but then I also knock out at 10-something which means that I have not done any reading. I wake up after 13 hours of sleep, still tired.
It's a vicious cycle.
It's almost like the Karma of the Absence of a Trip to the Doctor's.
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