Wednesday, June 22, 2005

updates and tagged.

Sorry for the lack of updates. Having neurotic family memberS, and an equally neurotic Jack Russell at home (the Cocker Spaniel is quite mad too) doth not maketh a conducive blogging environment. Anyway. Emmanuel, Tian, Lenny and my bro came to the airport to pick me up when I touched down, so sweet of them. And I could barely recognize my brother, the little pipsqueak is now towering over me at a lofty height of 1.7m (he was shorter than me when I left last Sept).

So I'm back in humid sticky priggish Singapore, and everyone seems to be suffering from a unhealthy case of body dysmorphia: I see ads deriding women who are 'fat' at 52 kg and how 'gorgeous' they look at 43 kg. What is WRONG with them? Get me back to London!

Yes I'm quite angsty about it: it's really not fun meeting up with relatives too, and having them tell you: "Wahhh you put on a bit of weight ah? Your face is quite round! Ahahahahah!" [Insert cue for relative to pinch my cheek] Okay okay I'll go jogging.. soon! RAWRRRRRRRRR

As you can tell, I'd already met my relatives. I thought I'd spend the first weekend at home partying but noooooo I had to partake in my uncle's Buddhist funeral rites. It's some sort of religious ceremony that we all have to go through 49 days after his death, involving endless chanting and swirling incense smoke. I really don't know how people's chanting, kneeling and genuflecting to the Buddha idols will help my dead uncle, but if they believe so, okay whatever. To my amusement, I discovered a whole brood of cousins from my uncle's wife's first marriage who are all much older and married, and their kids are all in their late teens. It's just odd hearing a 19-year-old address you as 'Auntie'. [Vincent: no Aunty jokes!]

Oh, I've been tagged by Jo to do this memorable childhood memories thingy, so here goes:

1. I was 4, 5 years of age, attending my music class (Yamaha Junior Music Course). My piano teacher was playing random chords on the piano and we had to identify the notes. I refused to let any of my classmates answer, I must be the first one to answer them all (Do-Mi-Soh! Re-Fa-Lah! Lah-Do-Mi!). Talk about competitive! In the end, she got so exasperated that she made me sit on her lap to keep my mouth shut. Ah well.

2. My grandmother used to grow these lime plants, but the limes are orange in colour. Maybe they're not lime plants, but I'll just term them as that for now. My cousin Melody and I were bored, no one was watching us, so we started plucking the limes and throwing them down from the balcony. It was wicked fun watching the orange soft balls plummet down from a height of 10 storeys, watching it go splattttttt on the tarred driveway. We worked ourselves up into a frenzy, plucking and throwing lime after lime, shrieking with laughter. We'd just exhausted our supply, when my uncle and grandmother drove up to find some very impressive orange graffiti on the road below my apartment. It was a bumper crop that year, and a very merry 'counselling session' the two of us had. I couldn't sit on my butt for a whole week.

3. I think I was 4, stumbled outta bed in the middle of the night and saw my dad watching telly. I sat down to watch too, and I remember seeing some weird images but before I could fully comprehend them, he had already swept me off my feet and put me in bed. It wasn't till a good 5 years later, after I broke into my dad's locked drawer, and went thru every Playboy magazine and watched every videotape there was inside, that I saw the image again and realized: he was watching porn!

4. My daddy showing me my first Mimosa 'touch-me-not' leaf, and I watched it fold up at his gentle proding.

5. Okay this is really embarrassing: I was 7, and really excited over the new arrival of my sister. I went into the room to look for my new toy sister, and I saw this white cloth on the bed. There were greenish-brown round bits on it, some of them were oval-shaped. Now, please all bear in mind that I WAS A STUPID and NAIVE KID and had just been introduced to the wonders of Pandan Cake. "Wahhhh who left the pandan cake lying around?" And I took some, put it in my mouth and chewed. Of course, it tasted revolting and literally, 'like shit'. It sure as hell didn't taste like pandan cake and I immediately knew what its true contents were. I never brushed my teeth so hard and long before (20min!) in my short 7 years of life.

Okay, now I tag Lee Yang and Lenny to do it. I'm off to pamper myself before I get my results back on Friday. (Ahhhhhhhhhh) Everyone's getting back their class results on Friday too right? Good luck peeps!

p.s. Is it just me, or Haloscan's not working? I can't reply to any comments!

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I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator.

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ola, ola!
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spector dan
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for the truly bored
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mulling over

And there were phlegmatic souls.