I'll be boarding a plane for Shanghai, China in a few hours time, without my family. This is so exciting! I'm going for a holiday with two of my JC friends, who are all in the same predicament as me ie. serving NS but heck! We're going to China for a holiday and for SHOPPING!!!!! So EXCITING!!! Haha.
Shanghai xiaolongbao, la mian argh...I'm so going to pig out and grow fat.
And, I'm turning 19 in Shanghai, which marks the 3rd time I spend my birthday overseas. Teeheehee. So lucky.
I'm happy happy happy. My army buddies gave me a nice birthday card, and my really good buddy, like an elder bro to me gave me Sun Yanzi's new album. I was so touched, I got all flustered and stuff. It's been a long time since friends gave me something. Oh well... Shanghai, here I come.
Anyway, things would be even more exciting if I announced my sister has a boyfriend. okay I'm speculating but from his friendster profile, he's cute with a great personality and holds a rather high position in school. Goodness, it's a good catch: now I wouldn't mind such a brother in law.
Tata.
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Another nice weekend
Let's play a game.
We shall guess what Winston's wearing while he is typing out this blog entry:
(a) The clothes he wore to church today
(b)His wet swimming trucks after a swim
(c)A towel
The answer? It's for me to know and for you to find out. Barney says use your imagination.
I just came back from a swim, well not exactly a swim as in a swim to keep fit. I went for a swim because the sun finally came out in it's full glory. Ah, the naked sun and its radiance, its rays that bathe me in its warm glow and turns my skin and crisp brown. Okay, I sound as though I'm preparing a turkey for Christmas. To cut it short, I went for a tan because I'm too fair and I'm trying to shake off my nerd image: of staying at home and reading non-stop even though I'm in the army now. *Dramatic manner* Vanity, my alter ego. Bleahx.
Anyway, I stayed under the sun for about 2 hours, in my swimming trunks of course. Come to think of it, I need to get rid of those SAF ones that I'm using. I should go buy something more minimalistic so I can get as much surface area on my body tanned. In fact, a little splash of colour won't hurt. HOWEVER, I shall wait till I develop a toned body before I indulge in attracting unnecessary attention to myself.
I'm fair, I don't deny that fact and I inherited this trait from my mom unfortunately; the boys are fair, the girl's dark. WHY?!!! Genetics add such a cruel twist to life. Thus, even though I get darker, some parts of me remain fair. I[m thinking of the tale of MY FAIR LADY; on second thoughts, I'm thinking of the tale MY FAIR ASS. Argh. Maybe one day after I ORD, I'll fly myself to a nudist beach in France or something and go for a full body tan. Readers discretion to read what's in white.
The ORD guys, my upperstudy Weixiang, and Weihao treated us to a meal at Brewerkz at Clarke Quay. I didn't really enjoy the meal partly because I was down with a stuffed nose (I kept having to run after that nose of mine), and because the butter rice was too salty. It's basically catered to either the British or German tastebuds with it's buffalo wings cooked in beer and various sauces with their tangy flavours. Anyhow, it was the company that mattered. I was looking forward to the tower of beer (which they brew themselves since they have a microbrewery) but they didn't order it.
We proceed later to Weixiang's friends "pub" for a drink. The inverted commas are there because firstly, it was more of a KTV lounge nestled in the second storey above some Japanese restaurant. We were given a small claustrophoic room with a Karaoke set, that had not enough seats for the 12 of us. I didn't really like the place, a tad bit sleazy and full of cigarette smoke. My idea of a pub is something which plays jazz and serves classier drinks like magaritas or vodkas, not bourbon coke or vodka ribena which tasted like cough syrup. It ended up resemvling a scene from one of those typical karaoke scenes you see in drama serials. Arff. I smelled like a cigarette butt and a bit high after 3 mugs of Tiger and a few mouthfuls of vodka ribena when I left for home.
I went shopping yesterday, unplanned though, since my main was to make use of the 2 30% Borders discount vouchers I got from the newspapers - I always look forward to such opportunities to buy books. I got a finance textbook, to prepare myself for university while bumming around in NS and Disgrace, a book about a 52 year old lawyer who was involved with a student of his. Interesting, scandolous story - Love them.
Anyway, I headed for Wisma's ProjectShopBloodBrothers after coming across an ad which declared SALE. I've always wanted to get something there cos the cutting of the shirts fit me but it's always a bit pricey. Well, i discovered things were going at 50-70% discount! I couldn't believe it and so I went around trying out all the stuff i could lay my hands on and settled for a nice checkered white shirt with black stripes and a long sleeve blue shirt with a simple sewn in design. I'm so in love with them.
Shopping at ProjectShop got my adrenaline going and I decided I was going to do a little birthday shopping. Anyway, my mom had given me a Robinsons voucher to spend which expires soon as a birthday gift (where are all the angbaos and cash? the gifts are getting worst eh?) so I walked to Centrepoint Robinsons. It's changed quite a bit and I can see the effort to go upmarket and move away from the Robinsons that always ON SALE, attracting huge crowds of aunties. I'm sure they finally realised that they were going head on in the competition with their neighbour OG. I had a headache trying to figure out what to settle on there. On one hand there was the 'Spend $60 in the men's department and get a sure win lucky dip to obtain 20-50% off your next purchase' versus the $50 voucher that I had and the $90+ that I had already spent. Argh. I wanted to get a long sleeve shirt going for $89 but instead settled for a long sleeve T-shirt with Detroit written in front at $49. I like the dark rich chocolate brown and was contemplating getting another T-shirt at $39 to be eligible for the lucky dip. Hmmm...How? Should I? Spend or Save? I made so many trips to the fitting rooms trying to make a decision.
In the end, the 'Give $1 to Robinsons for free' rationale triumphed over the 'Come back with a possible 20-50% discount on your next purchase' since I was so relunctant to tempt myself into spending more. Consumer irrationality? Nah. I made the choice based on the information that I had even though it was possible that I didn't have all the information required to make my own decision - in short, I made my decision based on what I thought was the best possible outcome at that moment of time. Econs lesson over. Wink.
I stopped at Little India on my way back to change currency for my China trip and at did grocery shopping on behalf of my mom at Hougang Mall.
I'm packing my luggage now as I await my trip to China on the 28th at midnight. As Koh Chieng Mun who acted as Dolly said in Under One Roof, "So exciting!" I can't wait to leave on a jet plane. China here I come. Meanwhile I shall return to matching the clothes that I would wear each day in China. I want my pictures to turn out well. Haha.
Tata (Young, Sex Naughty Bitchy Me).
We shall guess what Winston's wearing while he is typing out this blog entry:
(a) The clothes he wore to church today
(b)His wet swimming trucks after a swim
(c)A towel
The answer? It's for me to know and for you to find out. Barney says use your imagination.
I just came back from a swim, well not exactly a swim as in a swim to keep fit. I went for a swim because the sun finally came out in it's full glory. Ah, the naked sun and its radiance, its rays that bathe me in its warm glow and turns my skin and crisp brown. Okay, I sound as though I'm preparing a turkey for Christmas. To cut it short, I went for a tan because I'm too fair and I'm trying to shake off my nerd image: of staying at home and reading non-stop even though I'm in the army now. *Dramatic manner* Vanity, my alter ego. Bleahx.
Anyway, I stayed under the sun for about 2 hours, in my swimming trunks of course. Come to think of it, I need to get rid of those SAF ones that I'm using. I should go buy something more minimalistic so I can get as much surface area on my body tanned. In fact, a little splash of colour won't hurt. HOWEVER, I shall wait till I develop a toned body before I indulge in attracting unnecessary attention to myself.
I'm fair, I don't deny that fact and I inherited this trait from my mom unfortunately; the boys are fair, the girl's dark. WHY?!!! Genetics add such a cruel twist to life. Thus, even though I get darker, some parts of me remain fair. I[m thinking of the tale of MY FAIR LADY; on second thoughts, I'm thinking of the tale MY FAIR ASS. Argh. Maybe one day after I ORD, I'll fly myself to a nudist beach in France or something and go for a full body tan. Readers discretion to read what's in white.
The ORD guys, my upperstudy Weixiang, and Weihao treated us to a meal at Brewerkz at Clarke Quay. I didn't really enjoy the meal partly because I was down with a stuffed nose (I kept having to run after that nose of mine), and because the butter rice was too salty. It's basically catered to either the British or German tastebuds with it's buffalo wings cooked in beer and various sauces with their tangy flavours. Anyhow, it was the company that mattered. I was looking forward to the tower of beer (which they brew themselves since they have a microbrewery) but they didn't order it.
We proceed later to Weixiang's friends "pub" for a drink. The inverted commas are there because firstly, it was more of a KTV lounge nestled in the second storey above some Japanese restaurant. We were given a small claustrophoic room with a Karaoke set, that had not enough seats for the 12 of us. I didn't really like the place, a tad bit sleazy and full of cigarette smoke. My idea of a pub is something which plays jazz and serves classier drinks like magaritas or vodkas, not bourbon coke or vodka ribena which tasted like cough syrup. It ended up resemvling a scene from one of those typical karaoke scenes you see in drama serials. Arff. I smelled like a cigarette butt and a bit high after 3 mugs of Tiger and a few mouthfuls of vodka ribena when I left for home.
I went shopping yesterday, unplanned though, since my main was to make use of the 2 30% Borders discount vouchers I got from the newspapers - I always look forward to such opportunities to buy books. I got a finance textbook, to prepare myself for university while bumming around in NS and Disgrace, a book about a 52 year old lawyer who was involved with a student of his. Interesting, scandolous story - Love them.
Anyway, I headed for Wisma's ProjectShopBloodBrothers after coming across an ad which declared SALE. I've always wanted to get something there cos the cutting of the shirts fit me but it's always a bit pricey. Well, i discovered things were going at 50-70% discount! I couldn't believe it and so I went around trying out all the stuff i could lay my hands on and settled for a nice checkered white shirt with black stripes and a long sleeve blue shirt with a simple sewn in design. I'm so in love with them.
Shopping at ProjectShop got my adrenaline going and I decided I was going to do a little birthday shopping. Anyway, my mom had given me a Robinsons voucher to spend which expires soon as a birthday gift (where are all the angbaos and cash? the gifts are getting worst eh?) so I walked to Centrepoint Robinsons. It's changed quite a bit and I can see the effort to go upmarket and move away from the Robinsons that always ON SALE, attracting huge crowds of aunties. I'm sure they finally realised that they were going head on in the competition with their neighbour OG. I had a headache trying to figure out what to settle on there. On one hand there was the 'Spend $60 in the men's department and get a sure win lucky dip to obtain 20-50% off your next purchase' versus the $50 voucher that I had and the $90+ that I had already spent. Argh. I wanted to get a long sleeve shirt going for $89 but instead settled for a long sleeve T-shirt with Detroit written in front at $49. I like the dark rich chocolate brown and was contemplating getting another T-shirt at $39 to be eligible for the lucky dip. Hmmm...How? Should I? Spend or Save? I made so many trips to the fitting rooms trying to make a decision.
In the end, the 'Give $1 to Robinsons for free' rationale triumphed over the 'Come back with a possible 20-50% discount on your next purchase' since I was so relunctant to tempt myself into spending more. Consumer irrationality? Nah. I made the choice based on the information that I had even though it was possible that I didn't have all the information required to make my own decision - in short, I made my decision based on what I thought was the best possible outcome at that moment of time. Econs lesson over. Wink.
I stopped at Little India on my way back to change currency for my China trip and at did grocery shopping on behalf of my mom at Hougang Mall.
I'm packing my luggage now as I await my trip to China on the 28th at midnight. As Koh Chieng Mun who acted as Dolly said in Under One Roof, "So exciting!" I can't wait to leave on a jet plane. China here I come. Meanwhile I shall return to matching the clothes that I would wear each day in China. I want my pictures to turn out well. Haha.
Tata (Young, Sex Naughty Bitchy Me).
Sunday, October 16, 2005
A Good Quote
We don't charge anything for providing medical services in the medical centre; the exception is for malingering.
- Winston
I have been out the whole of today and I just realised it was the same last week. That means, I HAVE A LIFE! Maybe it's too naive of me to jump to such a conclusion; I'm just consoling myself, it at least signals a departure from my usual family orientated life that I'm so used to living. (Truth is, I rarely went out in Secondary school, choosing to spend my weekends at home and with my family.)
It's been a hard week at work in preparation for our Internal Quality Audit. So much paperwork, stress, sleepless nights etc. Frankly, I wonder why I work so hard for my Senior Medic and for this organisation known as the SAF, at a wage WAY BELOW the market rate. I reckon is a mix of innate competitiveness and pride, to be in a medical centre that is ranked on top; honouring the Lord through my work; and perhaps the inherited workaholic trait that beseeches my mother. Speaking of competition, that's exactly what the economy needs, to spur innovation, productivity, efficiency ... Sorry, I digress.
To reward ourselves, I went with a group of fellow medics - Gilbert, Renhe, Wee Keong and Emil for karaoke at PartyWorld Orchard, to showcase our vocal prowess. My case was a little different - I was there to show off my vocal powers: the uncanny ability to crack glasses the moment I open my mouth. I did warn them about bringing extra cash to pay for the broken cups, mirrors and TV screen ;). Thankfully, the KTV room was built with screech-resistant glass, hence I was spared the embarassment.
From JJ Lin to Stefanie Sun to Tata Young to Coco Lee, we sang the whole afternoon away in a freezing, claustrophobic room, feasting on chips and fake alcoholic drinks. My dear buddy Gilbert selected a whole lot of songs while we were screeching our hearts out and we ended up with a whole string of JJ Lin's whose pitch was way above our range. I gamely volunteered to do a few songs and nearly threw up my Adam's apple. Nonetheless, it was fun indulging in such mindless activity and we 've found an unpolished gem, our beloved MO PA, Renhe, who might just become the next Jue Dui SuperStar! The whole SAF will be behind him...haha.
Thereafter, we headed for BakerzInn at Paragon, the place for all those rich tai tais and those flushed with too much liquidity. I have a love/hate relationship with that place - on one hand, it satisfies my lust for consumer goods, on the other, it drives me nuts because I can never get my hands on Hugo Boss, Yves St. Laurens, Raoul etc. Oh gosh, I'm getting sucked into this consumeristic world. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..............
We pigged out at Maestro at Cathay after that for dessert, gorging myself on a vanille and coffe sundae with a dash of espresso. I almost went for cookies and chip but I figured I could get that anytime so I settled for something more unique. Coffee isn't exactly the thing to partake of at night, which is particularly the reason why I'm typing out this entry, in the wee hours of the morning. I am such an IDIOT. The result of this pigging out has left me broke and has thrown whatever lipids that I've lost in yesterday's 5km run down the drain.
I'm headed for my tour to Shanghai soon and it's getting very very exciting! Shanghai here I come!
- Winston
I have been out the whole of today and I just realised it was the same last week. That means, I HAVE A LIFE! Maybe it's too naive of me to jump to such a conclusion; I'm just consoling myself, it at least signals a departure from my usual family orientated life that I'm so used to living. (Truth is, I rarely went out in Secondary school, choosing to spend my weekends at home and with my family.)
It's been a hard week at work in preparation for our Internal Quality Audit. So much paperwork, stress, sleepless nights etc. Frankly, I wonder why I work so hard for my Senior Medic and for this organisation known as the SAF, at a wage WAY BELOW the market rate. I reckon is a mix of innate competitiveness and pride, to be in a medical centre that is ranked on top; honouring the Lord through my work; and perhaps the inherited workaholic trait that beseeches my mother. Speaking of competition, that's exactly what the economy needs, to spur innovation, productivity, efficiency ... Sorry, I digress.
To reward ourselves, I went with a group of fellow medics - Gilbert, Renhe, Wee Keong and Emil for karaoke at PartyWorld Orchard, to showcase our vocal prowess. My case was a little different - I was there to show off my vocal powers: the uncanny ability to crack glasses the moment I open my mouth. I did warn them about bringing extra cash to pay for the broken cups, mirrors and TV screen ;). Thankfully, the KTV room was built with screech-resistant glass, hence I was spared the embarassment.
From JJ Lin to Stefanie Sun to Tata Young to Coco Lee, we sang the whole afternoon away in a freezing, claustrophobic room, feasting on chips and fake alcoholic drinks. My dear buddy Gilbert selected a whole lot of songs while we were screeching our hearts out and we ended up with a whole string of JJ Lin's whose pitch was way above our range. I gamely volunteered to do a few songs and nearly threw up my Adam's apple. Nonetheless, it was fun indulging in such mindless activity and we 've found an unpolished gem, our beloved MO PA, Renhe, who might just become the next Jue Dui SuperStar! The whole SAF will be behind him...haha.
Thereafter, we headed for BakerzInn at Paragon, the place for all those rich tai tais and those flushed with too much liquidity. I have a love/hate relationship with that place - on one hand, it satisfies my lust for consumer goods, on the other, it drives me nuts because I can never get my hands on Hugo Boss, Yves St. Laurens, Raoul etc. Oh gosh, I'm getting sucked into this consumeristic world. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..............
We pigged out at Maestro at Cathay after that for dessert, gorging myself on a vanille and coffe sundae with a dash of espresso. I almost went for cookies and chip but I figured I could get that anytime so I settled for something more unique. Coffee isn't exactly the thing to partake of at night, which is particularly the reason why I'm typing out this entry, in the wee hours of the morning. I am such an IDIOT. The result of this pigging out has left me broke and has thrown whatever lipids that I've lost in yesterday's 5km run down the drain.
I'm headed for my tour to Shanghai soon and it's getting very very exciting! Shanghai here I come!
Saturday, October 8, 2005
Bloggers jailed.
The two individuals who were found to have posted inflammatory racial remarks on their blogs have been jailed and fined - a predictable ending in Singapore's "warning culture" of using "examples" to fend off repeat offenders. The two are just too unlucky to have written the wrong things at the wrong time.
The recent issue of self-censorship in the no-boundaries world of the internet has surfaced as a result of the two who were charged under the sedition act, a 1972 law that has been lying dormant in one of those thick law books embellished with cobwebs and dust. Perhaps someone decided to dust the shelves, took out that particular volume and said, "HEY! That's cool!" Nonetheless, the event overflowed into the context of the typical Singaporean student and teachers began scrutinising their students' blog, fearing that their reputation too may have been at stake as a result of "inflammatory" remarks.
So, besides a community uproar, it caused another stir among the student sub-community; those who once were able to relish in taking down their teachers on their blogs were suddenly robbed of that priviledge. The sanctity of the sanctuary of the blogging domain, the only means of "freedom of speech" was suddenly gone in a flash.
My response to all this. Grow up people. Grow up.
Shouldn't it be time we get our own spaces? Perhaps the reason why we keep such a tight rein on our lips, or rather, words is because Singapore is such a small world; I bet we all are connected in some way or another, so any remarks made about someone could spread like an LA wild fire. Perhaps a little sensitivity would do fine but teachers, come on, give your students a break. If you suck at teaching, you suck. There's just nothing you can do about it.
On to the next issue. Whilst charging those for sedition sends out warning signals, what does it reflect on society in general? Does the government admit that our social fabric is wafer thin? So thin that it cannot afford to be pierced by the occassional racist remark? Let's ask ourselves this question, is our society existing harmoniously because of the need to? Perhaps, underlying all that chummy, lovey dovey, all four races in one poster holding hands is something that cannot be changed? Obviously, many do harbour some sort of racist ideas about people in other countries, so isn't it the same ie if we harbour racist thoughts about a certain race in another country, isn't it equivalent of being racist against a fellow countryman of the same race? Going further, are Singaporeans just a whole bunch of racist, civilised people who keep their thoughts inside their heads and just don't express them?
Think about about it. We need to exist together because we cannot afford to give up what we have. We have spent the past four decades building a place we call home, we spend hours slogging away just to pay COE, taxes, and the likes. We'll Singaporeans ever want to give that up just because they dislike their neighbours, who are of another race?
Food for thought: We exist with each other because we have to. Is there a true love for fellow Singaporeans of other races, or are we just co-existing in a very superficial manner?
The recent issue of self-censorship in the no-boundaries world of the internet has surfaced as a result of the two who were charged under the sedition act, a 1972 law that has been lying dormant in one of those thick law books embellished with cobwebs and dust. Perhaps someone decided to dust the shelves, took out that particular volume and said, "HEY! That's cool!" Nonetheless, the event overflowed into the context of the typical Singaporean student and teachers began scrutinising their students' blog, fearing that their reputation too may have been at stake as a result of "inflammatory" remarks.
So, besides a community uproar, it caused another stir among the student sub-community; those who once were able to relish in taking down their teachers on their blogs were suddenly robbed of that priviledge. The sanctity of the sanctuary of the blogging domain, the only means of "freedom of speech" was suddenly gone in a flash.
My response to all this. Grow up people. Grow up.
Shouldn't it be time we get our own spaces? Perhaps the reason why we keep such a tight rein on our lips, or rather, words is because Singapore is such a small world; I bet we all are connected in some way or another, so any remarks made about someone could spread like an LA wild fire. Perhaps a little sensitivity would do fine but teachers, come on, give your students a break. If you suck at teaching, you suck. There's just nothing you can do about it.
On to the next issue. Whilst charging those for sedition sends out warning signals, what does it reflect on society in general? Does the government admit that our social fabric is wafer thin? So thin that it cannot afford to be pierced by the occassional racist remark? Let's ask ourselves this question, is our society existing harmoniously because of the need to? Perhaps, underlying all that chummy, lovey dovey, all four races in one poster holding hands is something that cannot be changed? Obviously, many do harbour some sort of racist ideas about people in other countries, so isn't it the same ie if we harbour racist thoughts about a certain race in another country, isn't it equivalent of being racist against a fellow countryman of the same race? Going further, are Singaporeans just a whole bunch of racist, civilised people who keep their thoughts inside their heads and just don't express them?
Think about about it. We need to exist together because we cannot afford to give up what we have. We have spent the past four decades building a place we call home, we spend hours slogging away just to pay COE, taxes, and the likes. We'll Singaporeans ever want to give that up just because they dislike their neighbours, who are of another race?
Food for thought: We exist with each other because we have to. Is there a true love for fellow Singaporeans of other races, or are we just co-existing in a very superficial manner?
Sunday, October 2, 2005
Winston's Embarassing Moments - Part 2
Welcome back to part 2 of Winston's Embarassing Moments
Winston has just came back from a facial, something he absolutely deserves after such a long and arduous week.
He had already made an appointment on Friday night and was all ready to go on a Sunday, just before booking into camp. Winston wants to look good this month; he's turning 19 soon and is going on a holiday to China so he wants all his pictures to look good, thus the rationale behind the decision. For girls going to a beautician, it's as straightforward and natural as guys flock to porn. The reverse though is thought to be unnatural. Therefore, Winston wanted to keep it a secret. But of course, someone had to leak that secret out. And the person who did so was none other than his dear sister...
It was after church in the carpark when the family was about to leave. As 2pm approached, the members were getting into the car. Just then, Benjamin and Jonathan called out from the other side of the carpark, inviting our dear antagonist for lunch. My dear sister declined on my behalf and screamed," He's going for a facial!" Thanks. The guys burst into a huge laughter. Jonathan let out gasps of the word metrosexual, Ben completely amused at what he had just heard. Oh fine.
"I'm still unattached so i need to keep myself looking good."
Jonathan, not having enough of his share of the fun began to taunt, "People bring their girlfriends out for movies and dinners, you bring her out for facials. People talk about what they do during the week, you talk about things like 'How's the service like?' Wuahahahahahahahaha..."
I'm beaming with embarassment. But hey, what's wrong with wanting to look good?
Winston has just came back from a facial, something he absolutely deserves after such a long and arduous week.
He had already made an appointment on Friday night and was all ready to go on a Sunday, just before booking into camp. Winston wants to look good this month; he's turning 19 soon and is going on a holiday to China so he wants all his pictures to look good, thus the rationale behind the decision. For girls going to a beautician, it's as straightforward and natural as guys flock to porn. The reverse though is thought to be unnatural. Therefore, Winston wanted to keep it a secret. But of course, someone had to leak that secret out. And the person who did so was none other than his dear sister...
It was after church in the carpark when the family was about to leave. As 2pm approached, the members were getting into the car. Just then, Benjamin and Jonathan called out from the other side of the carpark, inviting our dear antagonist for lunch. My dear sister declined on my behalf and screamed," He's going for a facial!" Thanks. The guys burst into a huge laughter. Jonathan let out gasps of the word metrosexual, Ben completely amused at what he had just heard. Oh fine.
"I'm still unattached so i need to keep myself looking good."
Jonathan, not having enough of his share of the fun began to taunt, "People bring their girlfriends out for movies and dinners, you bring her out for facials. People talk about what they do during the week, you talk about things like 'How's the service like?' Wuahahahahahahahaha..."
I'm beaming with embarassment. But hey, what's wrong with wanting to look good?
Winston's most Embarassing moments!
A long week for me and tons of things have happened, notably the embarassing ones.
Incident 1
We had outfield this week but neither was the building of the BCS nor the 10 km route march the highlight of it all. It was what happened in the medical centre at 5 am in the morning. The story goes like this... Me and Gilbert were preparing to load up the jerry cans onto my BV, the really cute transport vehicle which looks like a caterpillar. At 5 am, I wasn't of the clearest of mind and never in my wildest imagination thought that I was so unlucky as to have a lizard drop from the ceiling, into the space between my neck and collar. It happened in a split second and I just felt something crawling down my back. I eventually caught it between my fingers though the fabric, put my other hand to feel what was under. It was MOVING! I took it, flung it to the ground and realised what my skin had come into contact with - a freakin grey lizard! My reflex reaction was to just squirm and scream and squeal and basically did whatever a guy is not supposed to do.
In the stillness of the morning and the silence that reigns over the whole of Singapore still in slumber, it's no wonder my buddy Gilbert, who was in the treatment room, separated by 20 m distance and a door heard my screams/squeals/whatever you call those high pitch shrills. He rushed over and upon realising what had occurred burst into a laughter that turned his face red. Argh. I finally revealed my true colours and the fact that my voice didn't quite break during pubescence. Argh. Now, the whole medical centre knows about it and I am the butt of most, if not all jokes.
Incident 2
I organised a surprise birthday party for Chun Wee today, with Yen Yeong, Zihao and Keng Piang. Noting that a surprise has some element of be the person being in the dark, it went well until we all gathered at Cartel. I gave Chun Wee some of the most ridiculous excuses today. When I asked for a table for 5 when there were only the 3 of us, I gave the excuse that I had asked my girlfriend out and intended to introduce her to him (the girl that I mentioned, only the 3 or perhaps 5 of us know). How dumb.
Getting the gift for him btw, was worst.
3 options:
1. Downfall, the DVD, which I'm sure our historian would have loved.
2. A book on sex eg. karma sutra
3. A history book.
3 was out almost immediately, CW has a veracious appetite for books, history books to be exact and it would be of no wonder if he basically finished the whole history section of borders.
Me and KP had found the DVD and I had it with me in one hand. Aware that this dear friend had watched the show, and knowing he loved it, this option was kept open.
Now the middle option was a little tricky. Under the heading of social sciences, me and KP stared at the shelves of books on reproduction: the (physical) process. The books were all wrapped up, mainly to keep them away from the prying eyes of teenagers overcharged with hormones. Why they do so is because the state mandates that if teenagers get their hands on these books, they'll indulge in so much sex that there'll be no tomorrow. Perhaps, they also want to keep the number of cases of stuck couples being admitted to hospitals down, so tabloids like lian he wanbao can focus on other more important social issues like mistresses, actresses afflicted with certain diseases etc.
Stuck with these two options and unable to decide, me and KP decided to consult our dear Zihao, who evidently seems to know more about CWs taste. This was proven wrong, SO WRONG later on. While waiting for his return call, the two guys basically were stuck in front of the shelves stocked full of scientific books and transgender studies. Interesting books there I must say, ranging from Talking Cock: The men's answer to the Vagina monologues, to The Best boy in the world, who's gay. Not forgetting the panoply of gay, lesbian and other topics. I am sure I got a few stares from passerbys.
Anyhow, based on the advice of our friendly ZH, who suggested option no. 2, I had to pick one that had no green label (conditional release) and discreetly carry the darn piece of vital information to the cashier. Thank goodness it wasn't a female cashier but the guy did give me a cheeky grin. Argh. I should have winked back I suppose. Getting the book to the wrapping counter was a nightmare. I even had to get them take out the price tag! At the end of it all, I just wonder where I actually got the guts to buy the book. Thanks Zihao for all your wonderful ideas and choice of "reproduction" books, which you suggested as a gift for my birthday last year.
We've come to the end of Winston's most Embarassing moments.
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Incident 1
We had outfield this week but neither was the building of the BCS nor the 10 km route march the highlight of it all. It was what happened in the medical centre at 5 am in the morning. The story goes like this... Me and Gilbert were preparing to load up the jerry cans onto my BV, the really cute transport vehicle which looks like a caterpillar. At 5 am, I wasn't of the clearest of mind and never in my wildest imagination thought that I was so unlucky as to have a lizard drop from the ceiling, into the space between my neck and collar. It happened in a split second and I just felt something crawling down my back. I eventually caught it between my fingers though the fabric, put my other hand to feel what was under. It was MOVING! I took it, flung it to the ground and realised what my skin had come into contact with - a freakin grey lizard! My reflex reaction was to just squirm and scream and squeal and basically did whatever a guy is not supposed to do.
In the stillness of the morning and the silence that reigns over the whole of Singapore still in slumber, it's no wonder my buddy Gilbert, who was in the treatment room, separated by 20 m distance and a door heard my screams/squeals/whatever you call those high pitch shrills. He rushed over and upon realising what had occurred burst into a laughter that turned his face red. Argh. I finally revealed my true colours and the fact that my voice didn't quite break during pubescence. Argh. Now, the whole medical centre knows about it and I am the butt of most, if not all jokes.
Incident 2
I organised a surprise birthday party for Chun Wee today, with Yen Yeong, Zihao and Keng Piang. Noting that a surprise has some element of be the person being in the dark, it went well until we all gathered at Cartel. I gave Chun Wee some of the most ridiculous excuses today. When I asked for a table for 5 when there were only the 3 of us, I gave the excuse that I had asked my girlfriend out and intended to introduce her to him (the girl that I mentioned, only the 3 or perhaps 5 of us know). How dumb.
Getting the gift for him btw, was worst.
3 options:
1. Downfall, the DVD, which I'm sure our historian would have loved.
2. A book on sex eg. karma sutra
3. A history book.
3 was out almost immediately, CW has a veracious appetite for books, history books to be exact and it would be of no wonder if he basically finished the whole history section of borders.
Me and KP had found the DVD and I had it with me in one hand. Aware that this dear friend had watched the show, and knowing he loved it, this option was kept open.
Now the middle option was a little tricky. Under the heading of social sciences, me and KP stared at the shelves of books on reproduction: the (physical) process. The books were all wrapped up, mainly to keep them away from the prying eyes of teenagers overcharged with hormones. Why they do so is because the state mandates that if teenagers get their hands on these books, they'll indulge in so much sex that there'll be no tomorrow. Perhaps, they also want to keep the number of cases of stuck couples being admitted to hospitals down, so tabloids like lian he wanbao can focus on other more important social issues like mistresses, actresses afflicted with certain diseases etc.
Stuck with these two options and unable to decide, me and KP decided to consult our dear Zihao, who evidently seems to know more about CWs taste. This was proven wrong, SO WRONG later on. While waiting for his return call, the two guys basically were stuck in front of the shelves stocked full of scientific books and transgender studies. Interesting books there I must say, ranging from Talking Cock: The men's answer to the Vagina monologues, to The Best boy in the world, who's gay. Not forgetting the panoply of gay, lesbian and other topics. I am sure I got a few stares from passerbys.
Anyhow, based on the advice of our friendly ZH, who suggested option no. 2, I had to pick one that had no green label (conditional release) and discreetly carry the darn piece of vital information to the cashier. Thank goodness it wasn't a female cashier but the guy did give me a cheeky grin. Argh. I should have winked back I suppose. Getting the book to the wrapping counter was a nightmare. I even had to get them take out the price tag! At the end of it all, I just wonder where I actually got the guts to buy the book. Thanks Zihao for all your wonderful ideas and choice of "reproduction" books, which you suggested as a gift for my birthday last year.
We've come to the end of Winston's most Embarassing moments.
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