Saturday, December 01, 2007

Good old Sincerity Courage Generosity Service

Today, my mum went to SCGS to collect a bunch of tshirts i had ordered awhile ago.. they were part of some fund-raising for the SCGS endowment fund, and organised or at least run by the sc prefectorial board. I first received word of this sale a few months back, forwarded to me by a friend, and my first thought was wow, amazing, it reached me! and also that they were having such a funky sale thing.. so i emailed the email given, and a few days later received confirmation of my order.
A month ago, I was told that my order was ready, and there were three dates i could choose from to collect the shirts.. I missed all three due to forgetfulness and exams, and amazingly i got another email reminding me to collect the shirts at ANOTHER date, arranged for those who had missed the first three dates..
And so today, my mum collected the shirts cos i had to attend the service learning course, and i was again surprised to find that it had gone without a hitch.. my order wasnt screwed up, there was no confusion although it was my mum who had gone, which led me to several conclusions.. they must have had crystal clear records (both of orders and our particulars), which from my experience in scouts, is really hard, considering they didnt have direct contact with any of us, and they must also have had a huge amount of orders.. which meant alot of liasing with the shirt suppliers, and with all us old girls as well.. i was like.. whoa, this was a really large-scale project, and really well done, very efficient and buyer-friendly at that..
and so, pleased with my new tshirts, happy with the chance to keep in touch with SCGS and delude myself that im still there, and $30 poorer, i sent my first ever email of commendation! haha hope it makes someone happier or encourages someone (: glad to see the girls getting the learning opportunities from running such a thing..

weiwei (: at 9:13 AM

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Tuesday, November 20, 2007

arabian nights

arrrraaaabiaaan niiiigghhts, like arrrraaaabiiiiaan daaaayyys......
hee (: well one very special arabian night certainly made my day...
thanks to all who came last night! a whole bunch of people like shamir, austin, weihao, justin, sherm, in addition to liz, yz and steph who i thought i was having dinner with turned up at makkaresh in clarke quay!
hehe unfortunately for steph, my reaction was less than satisfactory, "ehh hello".. twas weihao's birthday as well, so the birthday boy and girl were treated to two lovely cakes and drinks by everyone.. yummy chocolate and creamy tiramisu topped off the evening of exotic middle morrocan fare like kebabs, hummus with pita bread and grilled chicken.. conversation and laughter flowed liberally, helped by the fuzzy feeling the drinks brought on, i suppose.. presents! (: hee i liked both the decoy and the real one very much.. heh pretty flowery pencil case, although i have to agree with steph now when she says my taste is abit ah-ma-tic.. and the winnie the pooh plaster.. wah damn cute! shall keep it til it turns yellow or something, which makes it IMpractical.. haha
shall also put the funky jewellery box that looks like a plush armchair in the place of honour on my new cupboard/sideboard thingie when i move! (: mummy's sure to say, aiyo another thing to display ah...
and for my reading pleasure now that the exams're over, a lovely collection of poems.. haha shall read and be inspired.. so cool how i can be reading my leisure books, but when mummy asks what i'm doing, i can tell her i'm reading for school or something.. haha..


you really shouldn't have, silly.. and of course i loved it (:

weiwei (: at 3:49 PM

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Sunday, November 18, 2007

birthdays

the shortest day of the year isn't, contrary to popular belief, the winter solstice.. it is, in fact, one's birthdays.
are they some sort of collectible? like a prize, "oh you've lived another year on earth, here's a birthday for you".. and we go down the line, amassing them and placing them in our special trophy cupboard.. after a while we realise they're might be lumping into each other and becoming rather homogeneous, except for the truly memorable ones, perhaps.. yet we still polish our memories lovingly, making ever more space for new ones, future ones, in our little cupboard full of shining moments..
year after year, as that special day draws nearer, i find myself getting happier and looking forward to it and the tons of special things it will bring, nevermind that i say i don't bother and that it usually falls in the midst of my exams when im also not supposed to bother, but shouldn't a whole host of lovely, unexpected, joyous things happen to one on your birthday? somehow, it seems the world should work that way. yes, i know alot of people don't have the luxury of celebrating their birthdays, some don't even know when it is, but since it is mine today, let me ramble on rather self-centred, oh, i meant self-reflectively..
I try to tell others and myself that since my birthday falls in this terrible period when your professors/teachers/tutors (pick one according to which level of education applies) are determined to ascertain whether you've given all that they've tried to impart to you back to them, or whether you've fulfilled that miniscule hope and retained some semblance of knowledge enough to write anything but gibberish, i dont place much store by it, and am perfectly willing to see it as just another day. not much choice, is there, when the night before i sleep at 12 not because im waiting for the hoped-for flood of birthday greetings, but to try and cram every last bit of my textbook into my head. Deep inside, however, i think i do feel that nagging sadness when the day draws nearer and nearer to its end, especially when it hits the late afternoon, and i dont have very many seconds to treasure left, those that had passed precious. I sometimes try to stay up, just so i can savour each and every minute of my special day.
A familiar feeling hits me.. old friend from last year, and i have an inkling that come 11tonight i will be rather dismal. strange how last night should be happier than this one, today a little less bright than how i imagined it, my pleasure a little leess great than i had hoped..
ohwell. happy birthday to me (: not a teenager anymore.. haha..and thank you so much to all those who remembered, you're the ones who make this day special, and worth keeping, and polishing, i will tell you about it in years to come, just as an athelete (i so totally am not one) will remenisce about her trophies.........
heh not a depressing post, i hope.. just felt rather poignant and that this was appropriate.

weiwei (: at 12:04 AM

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Saturday, November 17, 2007

plumpy

when i can fit into that pair of jeans i bought while i was in australia and very chubby, i panic. usually when my other jeans get tight, its just "ohwell, maybe i have added a few inches?cm? to my hips/waist (insert appropriate body part), but when i realise they're really too snug for comfort - in the way that i cant sit down without them hurting, and have to turn to my "fatfat" pair, only to realise they fit prety well instead of the perfect situation of sliding off instantly, something hits me! and i think, "i'm actually FAT". I've observed, and correct me if i'm wrong, that there are generally three body shapes.. the nice concave, the rather scary tube, and the mm even more scary sphere kind of shape.. i'm in danger of becoming a tube, i think!

And so while i muse on that very discomforting thought, i need a little something to take my mind off it and make me feel better.. i think i'll just have another slice of brownie.. after all, a girl's gotta have her comfort food...

weiwei (: at 11:59 PM

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Sunday, October 07, 2007

foodie

i think i'm really a foodie.. realised it when i got this fuzzy feeling inside this morning when i found out my maid went to NTUC yesterday especially to buy the tom yam noodles i adore.. they were out of stock, but imagine how i felt when it dawned on me she had gone just for me, because she knew i would want to eat those noodles.. she bought vitagen and two cartons of my favourite orange juice too.. oh dear.. felt a distinct pang, one of guilt? that i've never been so considerate to my parents or her? one of immense emotion? one that brought on the even more upsetting realisation that this wasn't the first time, my mum's always asking me what i want to eat, buying things she knows i'll like or appreciate, my dad's always making time to fetch me from somewhere.. gosh. how their gestures are unappreciated, how grossly for granted i take them..

weiwei (: at 12:27 AM

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family reunion

weiwei (: at 12:25 AM

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Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Downward Spiral

Inadequacies. Perhaps I'd never really bothered, perhaps it was complacency brought about by a false sense of superiority, but it's all too painfully clear now how lacking it was- in depth, in scope, in language even. Sloppy and self-indulgent attempts, tragic pieces detailing my minute setbacks and insignificant concerns. Even more lucid now, the fact that those concerns weren't neccesarily those of any consequence, but often for some tiny misdemeanour of another, of my imagined lack of something. Again, how ironically so, that this rant is, in itself, self-centred.

Progress is supposed to mean an improvement, a movement forward, isn't it? Instead, why do I feel like I'm flying straight down?

weiwei (: at 9:45 PM

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Tuesday, August 14, 2007

solitude

sounds of merriment- my
closed door
bars the way.
plugged in, hollow carnival music to
drown it out.
long, yet remain stubborn.
regret, yet stay put.
rouse and rabble,
chorus and cheer,
in the thick of things.
still- as a few heartbeats ago-
my closed door shuts
it
all
out.

why, then, do i still hear it?

weiwei (: at 6:51 AM

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