Saturday, February 25, 2006
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
My LTB groupmate recieved a cute letter from a "secret admirer" during our meeting. It went something like this:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I dye my hair BLACK
Just for you...
It was written in ugly handwriting on a big and scrappy piece of foolscap folded into a heart. We all knew who it was (but maybe it was sent by a friend trying to play a joke on that guy), someone with an extremely ugly hairstyle bleached blonde. Unfortunately she decided not to use either of the suggested replies (haha, by me, I have such great poetic talent), which went like this:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I might consider,
If you cut your hair too.
OR
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I wish I could say yes,
but I like girls too.
Anyway.
I was weaving past SMU in a cab today when I saw someone that looked like Felda. My thought process went something like, "Hmmm, looks amazingly like Felda. Hair like Felda. Long legs, slippers. Skirt looks like what Felda wears. Walks like Felda. It IS Felda!"
That pretty much sums up the decent parts of my day.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I dye my hair BLACK
Just for you...
It was written in ugly handwriting on a big and scrappy piece of foolscap folded into a heart. We all knew who it was (but maybe it was sent by a friend trying to play a joke on that guy), someone with an extremely ugly hairstyle bleached blonde. Unfortunately she decided not to use either of the suggested replies (haha, by me, I have such great poetic talent), which went like this:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I might consider,
If you cut your hair too.
OR
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I wish I could say yes,
but I like girls too.
Anyway.
I was weaving past SMU in a cab today when I saw someone that looked like Felda. My thought process went something like, "Hmmm, looks amazingly like Felda. Hair like Felda. Long legs, slippers. Skirt looks like what Felda wears. Walks like Felda. It IS Felda!"
That pretty much sums up the decent parts of my day.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
The Chinese New Year mood hit me three days ago.
I know that when I find myself thinking, "just one last pineapple tart..."
I have mysteriously developed a sore throat and indigestion.
Had VJ training today, where Sonya showed me a whole new side of Imran which I had never quite observed. Apparently he looks very nice when he flexes his muscles, has a good stomach, but is unfortunately a little thin from waist down.
Damn fucking tired.
I know that when I find myself thinking, "just one last pineapple tart..."
I have mysteriously developed a sore throat and indigestion.
Had VJ training today, where Sonya showed me a whole new side of Imran which I had never quite observed. Apparently he looks very nice when he flexes his muscles, has a good stomach, but is unfortunately a little thin from waist down.
Damn fucking tired.
Saturday, January 21, 2006
I recieved this email from SMU:
Dear all SMU students,
We are happy to inform you that the table cloth for one of the pool tables in the SMU Student Recreation Room has been changed. We have decided to change it as it was too worn-out and a change of the table cloth will create a better playing experience for all students. That change would not have been made possible without the budget from SSU. Hence, the table cloth, essentially, is owned by the SMU community and we hope that you would take good care of the pool tables, including the playing equipment as if they were your own. It is only with this mentality, that everyone gets to enjoy a good game of pool.
This probably addresses a deep seated, serious issue, but when I read it I just found it inordinately funny. Like ooooh, tablecloth.
Held training for VJ today. I decided that the new VJ shirt with that little man on it is really quite cute. It has the effect of enhancing its wearer's shape, in the sense that thin people look thinner and fat people fatter. I found it wildly amusing when I saw it on a skinny person, and now I can't wait to see big, well-built guys in it. Imagine big white shirt with little man dead center on the chest. Comparative irony.
Woke up early to see Brenda off but her flight was brought forward by 45 min, so it became pretty redundant by the time I set off.
I realised that when I'm very tired I can go without food pretty much the whole day. Not that I didn't eat today; I did, but I doubt I would have felt the urge to if I hadn't been with others.
Ok. Sleep now.
Dear all SMU students,
We are happy to inform you that the table cloth for one of the pool tables in the SMU Student Recreation Room has been changed. We have decided to change it as it was too worn-out and a change of the table cloth will create a better playing experience for all students. That change would not have been made possible without the budget from SSU. Hence, the table cloth, essentially, is owned by the SMU community and we hope that you would take good care of the pool tables, including the playing equipment as if they were your own. It is only with this mentality, that everyone gets to enjoy a good game of pool.
This probably addresses a deep seated, serious issue, but when I read it I just found it inordinately funny. Like ooooh, tablecloth.
Held training for VJ today. I decided that the new VJ shirt with that little man on it is really quite cute. It has the effect of enhancing its wearer's shape, in the sense that thin people look thinner and fat people fatter. I found it wildly amusing when I saw it on a skinny person, and now I can't wait to see big, well-built guys in it. Imagine big white shirt with little man dead center on the chest. Comparative irony.
Woke up early to see Brenda off but her flight was brought forward by 45 min, so it became pretty redundant by the time I set off.
I realised that when I'm very tired I can go without food pretty much the whole day. Not that I didn't eat today; I did, but I doubt I would have felt the urge to if I hadn't been with others.
Ok. Sleep now.
