When Hitler Stole Pink Rabbit

meeseow @ 2009-10-16T17:19:00

2009-10-16T09:21:18Z

meeseow @ 2009-10-09T21:24:00

2009-10-09T13:24:58Z

Listening to Broadway tunes gives me unrealistic expectations about love and life.

meeseow @ 2009-10-09T12:58:00

2009-10-09T05:06:04Z

When I say that someone is not nice, it could mean one of two things:

1. You are not Nice. That is, you're not made of sugar and spice and ponies prancing on fluffy clouds- politically correct, unwilling to say anything that isn't encouraging and uplifting. That's okay, few people are, and they're usually not all that interesting.

2. You are not a nice person. That is, you don't even meet the (rather low) threshold of an ordinary, decent human being. Basically, I can't trust or respect you. And that's bad, but maybe not to you because you probably don't want my trust or respect in the first place. Or perhaps you do want respect, but the sort of respect you accord to people you envy, not the sort of respect that innate morality commands. That's sad.

Most people fall between the two levels of Niceness described here. What about you!

Women are from Venus, Men are from Mars.

2009-10-06T09:43:49Z

Here's an illustration.

Scene: Joash's living room. Cell group, on a Sunday afternoon after service.

Dramatis personae: Sarah, Joash, 3 other girls and 2 other guys.

Act I. Joash is inviting all present to his upcoming birthday party.

Joash: Oh yeah guys, all of you are invited to my birthday party on xxx.

Sarah: Really! It's your 21st right? Must celebrate properly! What's the theme going to be? Do you want us to be colour-coordinated? How will you decorate?? SO EXCITING!!!!

Silence.

Joash: THERE'S GOING TO BE A 6-FOOT SUB!

Male ensemble: YEAH!!!!!!

Girls: ....

curtain.

Hah, yeah, case closed.

broken dreams litter a neverending boulevard (and my money flies away)

2009-09-23T05:06:22Z

我的國語又變差了。。。太可惜。

Also, I have nothing to say- except that September is an evil month and people should stop having so much sex in December/January. I don't care if it Is the holiday period, your September-born bundles of joy are cruelly draining my already shrunken purse of its very essence, look how pitifully gaunt its cheeks are!

That said, hours spent trawling various fashion blogs have half-inspired me to set one up myself, except 1. I feel weird and narcissistic taking pictures of myself (I know the point is the clothes, but it still feels weird!!) 2. I don't have enough shoes 3. or bags 4. My wardrobe is about 2.5 cubic metres so all my clothes are squashed and crumply and 5. I'd be too lazy to update it regularly. So... I guess not. Yeah, this paragraph is a total non sequitur, ok wadeva~~

SIAN.

The anthem of my life is Boulevard of Broken Dreams. Ok just kidding, it isn't, I was just quoting a friend of mine.

Ooh yeah, I had an interesting encounter yesterday in Wisma. Plus I went shopping (for other people. but still!), went to see S in Sephora and dined with A, all of which added some colour to my otherwise dreadfully dull life. Oh well, dull is better than dramatic, I always say.

And one more thing- I am Soo excited about going to Antwerp on exchange :) but more on that later!!

meeseow @ 2009-09-19T11:49:00

2009-09-19T03:50:28Z

M: ?
M: ???
M: ?????
M: what comes next?
M: ???????
M: or

J: ah!
J: an iq test

M: ??????????
M: or
M: it's impossible to tell

J: i dont konw
J: the first one
J: seems like a logically possible answer

M: is that your final answer
M: okay
M: the answer is

J: but from the perspective of you

M: DANANANANANANA

J: setting this question

M: C!!!!!!

J: its the last one
J: i told you

M: sorry, too late

I serve a Servant King

2009-08-05T03:40:49Z

"For this is what it means to be a King: to be first in every desperate attack and last in every desperate retreat, and when there's hunger in the land (as must be now and then in bad years), to wear finer clothes and laugh louder over a scantier meal than any man in your land."
-- King Lune, C.S. Lewis' The Horse and His Boy.

好難

2009-07-30T08:49:46Z

我終於回家了。

跟大家告別真的令我十分難過。我（幾乎）最後的回憶就是青少年們從教會外面向我們漸漸消失的車子依依不捨地揮手，而慧琌在我的旁邊哭著不停。。。

但是著只是我們友情地開始，絕對不是結束；我們很快就要回來了！

我心上有太多要說的話，在這裡肯定無法說完。我只想感謝上帝給我這一個機會認識他家庭的這一個完美的部分，在我心中留下了深刻的印象。

I'm starting with the man in the mirror:

2009-06-26T18:44:28Z

Yesterday, by which I mean Thursday, I did the following:

1. Moonwalked around my house
2. Had an animated discussion with my cousin S about our shared love for Michael Jackson
3. Dreamt of MJ songs

Today, I woke up to the news, and the world as I knew it shattered.

a mirthfully senseless conversation

2009-06-24T02:53:22Z

I think that maybe I should explain the last 2 posts.

me: im so confused
me: ok. nvm.
b: complexities of life
b: none can fathom
me: isnt that a song.
b: yup
b: it's complexities of life
me: ohh
b: by the unfathomables
me: by 5566!
me: oh.
me: nooo
b: WHAT 5566
b: HHAHAHA
me: hahhaahhahha just saying
me: noo, the none can fathom
me: line
b: really
me: its some christian song
me: right?
b: is it?
b: i think its in my subconscious somewhere
b: might have heard it in a sermon
me: ok, whatever. it's 3 words
me: what are the chances it isnt in a song
me: maybe if the 3 words were
me: heavily anorexic xylophone
me: chances wld be somewhat slimmer
b: OH.
b: indescribable
b: by chris tomlin
b: HAHAHHA
me: ohhhh youre right!
b: i shall try anyway
me: none can fathom
me: INDESCRIBABLE
me: UNCONTAINABLE
b: i just googled duh.
b: Your search - "heavily anorexic xylophone" lyrics - did not match any documents.

Suggestions:

* Make sure all words are spelled correctly.
* Try different keywords.
* Try more general keywords.
* Try fewer keywords.
me: heeheeeheeehe
me: hahahaha
me: ohhhh
me: lets try
me: sth
me: i'll blog that
me: and then we search
me: and see if it turns up
b: OKAY
b: hahha
me: hahahaha im so pleased with myself
b: eh brb i have to bathe
me: youre abandoning the great experiment
b: im postponing it
b: HOLD ON
me: hahahahaha ogay
me: k i posted it alr
b: eh
b: don't have
me: really.....
me: maybe it takes a while

About an hour later:

me: HARROOO
me: hey are you there
me: it worked it worked!!!!!!!
b: omg
b: you are too bored
b: haha
me: i just tried lor
me: im too awesome
b: hahaha
b: i try
b: HHEHEHEHE
me: hahahahahahaha
me: heehehehehheehe
b: eh you must remember to explain your blog entry
me: im so plizzed
me: k i will
me: when im not too lazy

meeseow @ 2009-06-23T19:59:00

2009-06-23T11:59:43Z

"heavily anorexic xylophone" lyrics

lyrics

2009-06-23T11:46:59Z

heavily anorexic xylophone

wah wah wah wah wonder

2009-06-21T19:32:01Z

I'm up reading old blog entries. I did the same yesterday too, and stayed up till 4. There goes my Valiant Quest for Perfect Skin.

I love re-reading journal entries. It brings back a whole barrage of memories; people, events, they all just come flooding back to the mind's eye. The memories are so sweetly fond, I feel like re-establishing contact with all those old friends mentioned in my blog. Over the past 2 nights, I've relived every year of my teenhood (is there such a word? My brain is moving very slowly now); I've even laughed out loud at some points. What a nasty little beast I was! Things got better though- I was even rather mature for my age, at some points of my life (: not now I guess, everyone else has had plenty of time to catch up. Ha! Ha!

I realise that, of all the years I've been blogging (albeit irregularly), I most prefer my writing style in J2. It must be all that history and lit inspiring me to greater heights, eh? Don't get me wrong, law is a great subject and all, but it really does nothing for your recreational writing skills.

We brought my dad's PRC colleague's family out for dinner tonight. My dad wanted to give them a taste of great local food, so we brought them on a true blue Singaporean guzzlefest. The night started with frog porridge and barley water at Lorong 9, followed by roadside D24 durian and mangosteen (the king and queen of fruit) and ended with chicken rice, omelette, mixed veg & tofu and sweet&sour pork at Beach Road. Everything was marvellous and larger than life, much like our stomachs by 10 pm- by my 2nd bowl of chicken rice, my mouth was just on autopilot, I wasn't even thinking about the taste anymore. Have you ever had that feeling, when you just have had so much to eat you can't enjoy the food anymore? I told Tasha that, given the consequent state of our tummies, she'd have to continually fling hers around to keep it out of the way at dance rehearsal tomorrow. That sounds supremely attractive huh, don't worry it's better than it sounds.

Okay, the night is old and my eyebags are growing, the bed beckons. Bye.

because I was in the area and curiosity got the better of me,

2009-06-20T18:55:16Z

I visited our new church building this afternoon.

It's amazing, how starkly different it is from our old church. The sweet homely feeling is gone, along with the ancient playground and gigantic trees, all still fresh in my memory. Our old, two-and-a-half storey building (complete with a steeple-like roof!) has been replaced with a spanking new glass-wood-and-metal structure, devoid of the lush greenery that used to characterize Bartley. It really isn't bad though, I wasn't overcome by any this is awful, I want our old building back feeling, just felt sort of nostalgic and awed and sad but glad that we've been blessed with such a lovely new home. It was new, yet familiar, sort of.

Wawawa now I'm starting to miss the old building. Understandable lah, I practically grew up there and it holds countless memories for me. My parents met there when they were in their late teens/early adulthood, you know. I'm of old church lineage, har har har. I must say though, I'm pretty excited about the new building, it really is quite cool. No more parking nightmares! No more overcrowding (I hope)!! Enough space to hold only one service every week (for now)!!!

Aiya, it's nearly 3 am and I really should sleep. Reminder to self: a pot of tea at midnight is never a good idea unless you're pulling an all-nighter. Zzzzz. Staying up alone at night makes me think a lot about people and things and Life. It makes me emo, which I do not like. It also makes me ramble, which no-one reading this likes, so bye.

fun sunday

2009-06-15T04:21:14Z

S, B and I had an AUSTIN POWERS MARATHON yesterday. All 3 in one afternoon!! Paprika's sweetness helped S overcome her fear of dogs; unfortunately, it also made B develop one.

Yummy dinner and supper/dessert (5 star chicken rice and Geylang tau huey), pictures will be on facebook soon. Too bad T wasn't there, I'll be tagging her anyway.

TSMB

2009-06-13T02:56:03Z

So yesterday was our last day of work, at least for now. It was a slowwwww day for work, at least for B and I. In fact, we didn't have any. There was a point in the day when I announced excitedly that I could hear myself blink, and we heard one another blink, and I made him try and guess the rhythm that I was blinking just by listening to it (it was Nobody by Wonder Girls, but he didn't guess it. Stupid).

To celebrate our last day (or mourn, because we had fun working together) T,S, B and I (I realise that our initials together spell TSMB. B, I'm going to call you P from now on.) embarked on The Night of Adventure that Would Never End.

It was very much fun, and I enjoyed myself greatly. I love S very much, but I must say I have even more fun around her when she's tipsy- and you must believe me, that's a Lot of fun. HMMMM, STAIRS.

Also, it was my first time on the Flyer!!! There's a $10 student promotion, GOGOGOGONOW. We got our own carriage (does everyone? I guess so right) and alternated between running around like excited primary school children and stoning out on the benches. If I hadn't known us, I would have hated us. The view at the top was guhhhhreat, I must say. Very Taipei 101, just without the fast elevator.

However, I was a little disappointed in the others for tiring so easily. The Night of Adventure that Would Never End ended around 2, culminating in Blk 85 Bak Chor Mee. As I said sulkily to B in the cab, we could have been on our way to Sentosa instead of home had we not allowed that monster called Tiredness weigh us down. Yes, we are getting old- gone are the days of dancing till 4.30 and staying out till 6. By 1 am, in fact, B and S began rolling around and complaining that their respective bedtimes were long over. Guys, it's a rule that Friday Night Bedtimes are always 6-8 hours later than any other day's!!! but I guess I shall forgive you and look forward to our next meeting.

meeseow @ 2009-06-08T22:34:00

2009-06-08T14:40:21Z

If someone could show me how to respectfully convince a brilliant, stubborn, obnoxious old man that physical provision doesn't automatically translate to joy and gratitude, that love can be a reality and not merely a foolish concept, I will be eternally grateful.

it's 3 and I should be asleep, but...

2009-06-04T19:04:48Z

I need to tell you about the nastiness I beheld at Raffles Place MRT today.

So B, S and I left the office at 5.30 and made our way to the MRT station because, well, we didn't have lovers waiting in our office lobby for us like T did. I don't even know what we were laughing about all the way down the escalators, oh I think we were dancing to the Wondergirls or something, ok that isn't the point here.

The point is, in front of us on the escalator was a couple. The girl was in a white dress, the guy wasn't, I don't remember what he wore. They were pretty touchy-feely lovey dovey, which caught our attention, and then we saw something else, and were riveted.

Have you ever draped yourself in clingwrap and then stood in front of the mirror? If you haven't (what are the chances right), just imagine it. Imagine what you would see if you looked in that mirror. Ok, fine, with underwear on as well, but under the clingwrap. Yeah, hold that image in your head, because that is pretty much what we saw on the girl. Her dress was a gauzy summer number that was probably made of leftover material from a blushing bride's veil, we could see the pattern and colour of her thong/super wedgied panties (it was either). FML. Ok well, FHL I guess. Whatever.

Lesson: always check the translucency of your clothes before leaving the home, even if you're late for work. A good way is to stand before a mirror (for those of you don't know what this is, it's a highly reflective surface) and check to see if you can identify details of your underwear through your clothes. I mean, if you're going to put on show for the entire business district what only your nearest and dearest has ever seen, at least make sure you do it intentionally, no?

Ahh, I don't understand Singaporeans sometimes, though I'm one myself.

nobodynobodybutyou

2009-06-02T16:45:52Z

I'm interning at a certain law firm whose elderly female founder was recently propelled into the limelight. I share a tiny office space and its ancient malfunctioning computer with B, we'll be bumping elbows and getting on each other's nerves for the next two weeks or so.

Today, we drafted a document and I formatted it on that antique, barely evolved typewriter which I suppose was once cutting-edge technology. As formatting doesn't take much brainwork, B and I chatted a bit as I moved paragraphs around and he doodled on a notepad. Somehow, the conversation drifted to the cast of Growing Up, and B scrawled all their names on the notepad- Andrew Seow, Steven Lim, Lim Kay Tong etc.

About 10 minutes later, B went to the bathroom. While he was away, one of the young lawyers came in to give us a task, the instructions for which I took down on the same notepad that had the cast of Growing Up scribbled all over it. I write at a right angle to my body, so the notepad faced the lawyer, and well, I'm pretty sure that he caught a glimpse of all the doodles that were already on it =_= Gawd, he must think I'm some retard, guess that's one firm that won't want to hire me :(

YEAR 2 LAW STUDENTS STUDYING FOR PUBLIC LAW,

2009-05-03T09:57:12Z

read this. I am re-activating facebook just for this.

Jonny found this on pg 910 of Tan & Thio.

Re Tan Boon Liat, per Abdoolcader J:

"The case of Israil Khan v State of Assam pertained to the prevention of opium smuggling. The petitioner in that case, Israil Khan, a delightfully incongruous formation of a name remarkably suggestive of a Semitic and Saracen admixture and an ideal solution to the Middle East conflict who incidentally bears the singularly unique alias of Babua, was ordered to be externed from the Province of Assam for a period of three years under the Assam Opium Prohibition Act 1947 on the ground that..." (emphasis added)

I think this made my week.

Ok I know I said no more senseless updates till May 5, but...

2009-05-03T03:13:57Z

AWARE, The Straits Times exposed!‏
May 1, 2009 by admin
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By Yeo Toon Joo, Peter, who ceased to be a newspaperman when he found none left

[NOTE: this article was published on ST forums online with kind permission from the author. I trust that he has no problems with it making its way onto local blogs]

The inordinately extensive and daily coverage of the AWARE leadership tussle exposes and underscores the provincialism of Singapore’s press, the Straits Times in particular.

Any thinking person, with a modicum of appreciation of what constitutes news, must marvel over the MSM’s (mainstream media) ability to ignore the real issues of the day in Singapore while focusing so much of its might on what was primarily a parochial affair.

Instead of enlightening Singaporeans on the pressing issues confronting us – events that beg many questions and offer much scope for enquiry – our national press chooses to rivet readers’ attention through a daily barrage of reporting on the dispute of a marginal organization, till recently, of no more than 100 or 200 feminists.

Has the subservient MSM lost its way, just as AWARE allegedly had lost its own focus and objective?

It is incredible that the full strength of the MSM’s reporting staff had failed so remarkably to ferret out the real issue of the leadership coup – until spoon-fed by the protagonist.

In the not too distant days of yore, one of my rookie reporters would surely have enlightened us, and quite early on, too.

The Straits Times’s willingness to manipulate, or be manipulated (wittingly so) by minority interest groups, is so clear for all to see: any image consultant worth his salt will promptly point out how the ST’s photo/news editor had deliberately selected for publication the most frumpy photos of the new committee while editing so dramatically the most flattering portraits of the old, ousted committee members.

Sure, concern over AWARE’s alleged espousal of the cause of lesbianism and homosexuality was at the crux of the crisis. But this is no longer the hot issue of the day.

Aren’t there other pressing national issues worth examining? Is Singapore so boring that a storm in a teacup should excite the brains of its handpicked leaders? Should the people who wield the mighty pen (in our newspaper offices) engage in such peevishness? And be so actively stoking it up into a national controversy?

If our national press is truly unable to focus on what concern more Singaporeans than what used to engage a handful of AWARE feminists, may I suggest that it thinks about real national issues and cease its tomfoolery. May I offer some news gathering tips to our wayward press:

· Stop conducting yourself like a mosquito press while holding – by default only – the mantle of a national daily

· Be serious and desist from propagating a modern version of yellow culture in your pages or so-called Life-style sections (“Bollywood’s newest hotties”! My foot! Only good upbringing constrain me from a rude retort; MITA whither art thou?)

· Stop flaunting semi-nude bodies in your life-style pages or flashing regularly the bust lines of dumb broads, and exalting the careers of those engaged in promoting the bacchanalian life styles of geeks and Zouks

· Desist from playing up the prating of some misguided, immature, amorous young reporter who boasts about squeezing some exposed part of a film or rock star (such a confession should, in a court of law, rightly result in a charge of criminal molestation)

· Tell us about the vast disparity of incomes in our so-called 1st World economic miracle and how suffering Singaporeans are coping with the recession

· Instead of giving him scant attention, tell us more and truthfully about Kenneth Jeyaretnam, JBJ’s second son and his dream for the Reform Party. What about his brother Philip?

· Tell us also about the millions being frittered away everyday to finance the myriad failed bio-tech start-ups, and round it up with a balance sheet of Singapore’s successes-failures in this field – and what prospect the future holds

· Tell us something about how our Ah Bengs and Ah Lians are coping in this new world order and with unemployment, or do they not exist?

· Explain how that Singapore family could lose its 5-room HDB flat, and fall through the cracks of MCDYS’s social benefits safety net to spend the past year cadging for food and sleeping on park benches

· If the Straits Times press could devote a full page to profiling China’s five rising stars, why do our leaders in Temasek remain anonymous? Can’t get an interview with them? Surely!

· How will Singapore hope to recover some of its lost national wealth in the world’s economic downturn?

· If even a Warren Buffett could be caught out by the economic downturn and make some massive investment mistakes why is blogosphere so unkind to and unreasonable with Ho Ching?

· If Singapore could throw up a Ho Ching, a truly remarkable woman, why are so few women in parliament and just one has become a full fledge cabinet minister? (This is one issue the old AWARE could have shown some gumption in pursuing)

· Tell us how are our million guest workers, especially the lower-skilled ones, coping with Singapore’s recession and what is their likely fate; this study could also include the sub-standard living conditions of these people, the prostitute camps that used to spring up overnight around their dormitories, and their exploitation by hard-pressed and ruthless employers

· We read that, together with the 1.8k workers whose contracts were terminated prematurely, total redundancy in Singapore increased to a record 12.6k in 1Q09. Obviously, poor people do not exist in the MSM’s world; everyone seems to be happily employed only in media and marketing, if not in the press

· Tells us also what it means to our society to have a trade volume that is three times our GDP; does this not affect our values?

· Throw the spotlight on our local banks, e.g. how did the still independent OCBC and UOB manage to escape being caught more deeply in CDOs and toxic assets of other banks?

· How is Wee Cho Yaw planning his leadership renewal and how he built up his father’s little bank into the behemoth it is today without a foreigner at the helm, while OCBC still struggles to raise its profile, and why DBS with all its patronage is not faring so well

· Stop publishing all the incredible ‘feel good’ stories that we read daily, e.g. how our displaced unemployed workers are merrily engaging in community work, how Mr Mohd Zainuddin is happily adapting to a lowly paid job (1/3 what he used to earn) and is so optimistically looking forward to promotion in his new found position, and signing for self-improvement marketing courses in his late middle-age

· And, if you are truly interested in why and how people become homosexual, conduct a real examination of this subject. Give us, in a non-partisan and objective manner, an intelligent digest of the question. So many people, including even senior cabinet ministers, still labour under much misunderstanding of this subject. Apparently, too, even our Minister Iswaran (Education) and the Ministry’s director of education programmes have not read the old AWARE’s manual on sex education before issuing a defence on the issue a few days ago.

The ideas thrown up above are quick from-the-hip suggestions that any news editor worth three-quarters his salt would suggest on a daily basis, even hourly if need be. That’s because, unlike now, the journalists of old used to be trained, sensitive, experienced and fiercely jealous of their independence. We were not automatons who had to wait for cues from news editors who reside outside the newsroom.

I know Saturday’s EGM at AWARE will throw up more morsels for the MSM to continue its feeding frenzy. If it is true that the newspapers of a country reflect the caliber and depth of a society’s intellect, then the MSM does Singaporeans much injustice.

--end--

I couldn't agree more. Throughout this entire saga, the media has been like putty in Singam's hands. Well, the whole old guard. Maybe putty isn't even the word- the media has been at the frontier of the old Aware's battle, paving a smooth way for its return. The very headlines are telling: New Exco spends $90k. 'Mentor' reacts to jibes. New guard ousted. And these are just from today's news.

Look at this, too:

"They came to reclaim what they had lost, and they did.

In a big show of solidarity, stalwarts of the Association of Women for Action and Research (Aware) and their supporters turned up in force and won it back."

How much more obvious can you get? The Straits Times might as well have OLD GUARD FTW emblazoned across its front page.

Over the past few weeks too, the actions of the new guard has been under immense scrutiny from the media. We've heard the same old stories over and over again: new guard locks so-and-so out of Aware's headquarters. New guard says this. New guard contradicts itself by saying or doing that next. New guard has no experience. New guard basically sucks.

On the other hand, every single word that the old guard uttered has gone unchallenged in the media. "Old guard takes a neutral stance on homosexuality". Do they? How do we know that's true? Did the Straits Times publish the trainers' manual? (They didn't: I spent about 20 minutes searching for it on Google before finally locating it from a link in an obscure forum.) When the old guard "debunked myths about CSE" by publishing a fact sheet- get this- written by the old guard themselves after the allegations were made, did the media seek to corroborate the truth of this "fact sheet"? Did they interview students who had actually attended its CSE programmes? My point is, the media took all the old guard said at face value and exalted it on a pedestal as unquestionable truth, while everything the new guard said and did was examined, poked, prodded and squeezed within an inch of its life. This is selective journalism.

Let's give credit where it's due: Sumiko Tan wrote a decidedly more sympathetic piece on Josie Lau. Today. After the EGM. Wow, Ms Tan, if you were on her side, that was real great timing.

This is such a disappointing state of affairs. Peter Yeo really hit the nail on the head: our media is muted on the matters that truly define our country- democracy, political leadership, income gap, protection of our citizens' fundamental rights- and yet dedicates endless time and resources to reporting one side of an issue like this, that really should be on the sidelines in these times. Investigative journalism is such a joke in Singapore, it's sickening.

Grouses of a Spoilt Brat (SB)

2009-05-01T06:25:27Z

1. All school admin staff, ok all admin staff in general, are hyper-inflexible.
2. Schools which keep the library open on public holidays should, you know, keep the air conditioning on as well.
3. Is it really necessary for people to bang on their keyboards when they type? Do they have unresolved inner complexes that they need to express through finger angst? Would a light touch not suffice? Ah, the mysteries of life.
4. The economy isn't getting any better
5. I'm going to fail public law.
6. And equity, which was a disaster.

On the bright side:
1. I enjoy reading public law (but have barely read anything, hence am still going to fail it)
2. Equity's over
3. The 2nd level of the library is 10X cooler than the 3rd
4. I have nice pictures to put up
5. I will be in the USA in 2 weeks' time.
6. I have great noise-cancelling earphones to drown out loud typing and other assorted unwelcome noise.

You win some, you lose some. No? So I will be grateful.
Anyway, here's some eye candy for everyone, I took these when we went to celebrate BMF's birthday at the Botanics and Dempsey last Saturday:

Michael parked like a deviant. If you look closely, you will notice that the two ladies in pink are gawking at his vertically-parked Mini amidst the parallel-parked Other Cars.

Michael's painfully camera shy alter-ego makes its reappearance in these overexposed pictures. Yes, overexposed, but I can't be bothered to edit them. Suck it up, babies.

Isn't this cute, Ashish took this one (and the previous 4).

Jesus wept. Michael slept.

Ok this was such a Kodak moment, except uhm it wasn't a Kodak, it was a Canon, and you can only see the cute dog's ass. But still!

Maharashish against a twilit sky (I think BMF might have taken this one, or maybe I did)

And we had dinner at Margarita's

Nothing will ever come between BMF and Ashish, except maybe Nalli

BMF's Acting 21st birthday cake! Acting because it wasn't the Proper celebration, Nalls and I couldn't stay out too long coz we had to study for Equity. Yeah, right.

Oh, and right at the point this picture was taken (i.e. the moment BMF blew out the candles), a waitress appeared with our bill and thrust it in our faces, without even wishing him happy birthday. Go the Extra Mile for Service, eh? Our Gahmen just wasted several hundred thousand dollars (or so) on that campaign.

The man himself

All 5 of us, sans Natalee. Nat, if these pictures were on fb, you would be tagged right between Maharashish and Nullz, I promise.

And one last one, the very last before I re-immerse myself (oh who am I kidding, just immerse) in the joys of Public Law:

I introduce you all to SAM. If you can guess what this one stands for, you get a prize too! (C/f post before last)

Technology is just so distracting. No more senseless updates till after noon on the 5th!!!

the non-blogging Hilton

2009-05-01T02:20:45Z

"Paris Hilton was asked on tape if she was concerned about the outbreak of the Swine flu on TMZ today and her response was "I don't eat that". Okay then! Apparently she is as wise and in tune to current events as ever. "-- Bagsnob's Tina

Allrighhhhhhhht Paris, way to go, keep this up just a little longer and Mensa will be begging you to join their ranks.

family

2009-04-30T13:21:17Z

Grandmother's birthday was several weeks ago, and we had a family reunion. I don't have time to upload all the pictures here, because there's dratted Public Law on Tuesday to study for and there's just sooo much to read, but here's a gem for your eyes only:

My daddy. Can you spot the family resemblance?

Ok, this is completely unrelated, but while I'm on the subject of family, I just wanted to put up this picture:

The Curious Case of Natasha and the UFPP (you win a prize if you can guess what UFPP stands for).

beautiful day

2009-04-27T09:14:15Z

The gentle sunlight lays a soft mantle of gold on the whitewashed buildings, interwoven with tipplings of shadow from breezy trees. The grey roofs melt into a gradient with the white sky, roof sky roof sky, you can't tell which is which till startling blue meets your eye. More sunlight streams through the skylight, I crane my neck trying to get a peek of the sky from under the window blinds...

Skylight? Window blinds? Why am I indoors, keeping company with a certain Mr CJ Koh, on this singularly beautiful evening?

You guess.