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Bet you thought this was going to be witty. But in the interest of Internet safety and all that jazz, I shall refrain from divulging highly sensitive information, including age, telephone number, and weight. I guess a name is ok though; how else will you know it's me? (But seriously, kids, don't talk to strange old men on the Internet)
I do adore owls though. But you already knew that so I guess that's ok too.

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Rain
Monday, August 26, 2013

Blogging this while sitting under a void deck at some old folks' activities corner because it's raining and I don't have an umbrella.

The countdown for the last week before my departure has started, and I am officially panicking at the thought of leaving my friends (what if I can't make new friends there), leaving Jie (what if he dumps me while I'm gone), finding all my clothes (what if they're too hot/too cold/really uncool), leaving home etc etc etc.

My dad is panicking too, and we just completed a sweep of all my electronic devices to check if they are USA-plug compatible. I know shit about electrical devices so it's lucky that he does, really. And we have intensive cycling lessons starting tomorrow.

My mum is the only calm one left- nah jk she's obviously panicking, and that's the reason I am stuck here in this void deck really: we were on an NTUC run where we bought copious amounts of drink mixes and various medicines- she nearly bought 6 varieties of panadol.

There's a Stanford outing tomorrow, and I'm really worried because I have to pack and learn how to cycle and buy more stuff, but if I don't go for the whole day what if I miss out on all the fun and they exclude me???? Ah okay now this is just bull because my future classmates are like some of the nicest friendliest people ever and they won't do that.

But yeah, I am basically fretting. Boo. I hope the scenery and omg-i-am-having-so-much-fun posts from Stanford are worth it.

On the bright side, I bought a pencil case and flip flops today and they are SO adorbz I love them so much!!! I can't help but smile every time I look at them YAY.


5:57 PM
Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Lol I don't know why I'm blogging when I should really be writing application essays for Stanford's introductory seminars, (yeah. application cycles NEVER end.) but whatever. Our academic advisors emailed us to get cracking, and they also included a link to our Writing and Research Centre which is apparently providing free essay consultation. So I guess it's a pretty serious thing, but wow...

It's just dawned on me that I only have 10 days left in Singapore, as of the time of writing. So I've been rushing around, doing a lot of nonsense - meeting people, preparing to move, etc. I still haven't learnt how to ride a bicycle yet. Although I did get my licence on Monday! I was hyper-nervous, and I thought I'd failed, because all test routes are supposed to include a U-turn, but my tester didn't make me do one. In fact, I exited the circuit, made a total of 3 left turns (approximately 5 minutes outside), and went back. I thought I'd committed some immediate failures - hence no need to continue with the test anymore - but then he gave back my score sheet and told me that I'm a good driver.

My parents have enforced a probation term on me; I can't drive without at least one of them present. My dad panics every time I get behind the wheel, and feels obliged to point out obstacles 500m away. After a particularly bad bout of parking (in my defence, parking outside is completely different from parking in the driving circuit!) his entire face was red and he looked like he was a minute away from having a stroke. My mum keeps moaning that just a little while ago, I was a little baby riding in her car and oh my god now she's driving she's going to kill everyone.

Anyway I went back to school yesterday with Yuhui to visit KSim and teachers. KSim's office is fantastic, because it's lovely and it's full of tasty food brought as offerings by other people. Nomz. We went to the canteen to eat, and while there was a sense of familiarity there isn't the same feeling. I used to love walking down the canteen and looking around for friends I knew - yesterday I kept thinking I saw people I knew: a girl in a hot pink velour jacket and long wavy hair looked like Rachel, for instance - but because they were juniors they weren't actually the people I knew. So that was a little sad. After that, we went to look for teachers, but by some epic bad luck none of them were in! We tried again later, and when it rains, it pours - all of them walked past the corridor to the staff room at the same time lol.

And I have never appreciated how hard it is to be KSim until now. College counseling is so difficult SIGH.


8:14 PM
NDP 2013
Saturday, August 10, 2013

For those who didn't already know, I participated in NDP this year with Singapore Soka Association in a human LED performance. And if you didn't see it (or want to watch it again just for the chillz) here it is:


So this short performance is what we worked 4 months for - first with practices at Kranji camp on Saturdays, and then with cardboard props at the Floating Platform on Wednesdays as well. And now, at the end of it all, I feel like I should say something reflective and touching.

But you know me. I don't do that well.

Instead, I'll just tell you guys that each of those 800 pixels you see there is a person - somewhere around NE Show 2, they told us that we had to wave at the end of our performance, because they wanted to prove to the audience that we were actual human beings, and I remember  thinking "oh LOL that's ridiculously dumb why would anyone not know that we're humans?" until I sat at the Flyer one night eating satay beehoon and overheard some audience members speculating whether it was all done by projectors and lasers and stuff.

And every single person there had to overcome so many challenges just to stand on that stage. For some, it was memory work (we had to remember every single colour of ours. It's not like a mass dance where you can scrape by copying someone next to you; every person has a unique set of colours), and for others it was sickness, family matters, relationship issues, etc etc etc. So somehow, what meant most to me about this performance was the fact that all 800 of us managed to put aside and overcome whatever problems were troubling us, and work together in unity to produce this display. I've never been a big fan of unity, but it's quite a nice feeling.

Ahh okay well everything that I wanted to say has already been said by someone else in their many post-NDP reflections, so I shall just do what I do best and RECOUNT.

NDP this year was pretty fun with a really bonded group, and it was awesome getting to see the parade from behind the scenes. I actually haven't had a chance to watch the entire parade yet, though the Ah Boys to Men stars did walk past our group like a mere 10m away, causing a huge flurry of excitement amongst the girls, a few of whom actually ran after them to ask for a photo. I was standing next to this really... cool (there just isn't any other word for that kind of easy confidence he exudes) guy who shouted "LOBANGGGG" really loudly as his namesake walked past, and they locked eyes and gave each other a head tilt of respect in acknowledgement of their mutual coolness.

Also, cool guy bought us all Magnum pink and black before NDP yesterday! We strolled through the metal detectors happily nomming ice cream. Thank goodness for the Magnum; it took up some belly space so I didn't have to be at the mercy of KFC. NDP food is usually either KFC or Pizza Hut. Most people prefer the Pizza Hut, because KFC is really sad when it's soggy. The crispy coating turns into something not unlike doughy bread. I used to love KFC a whole lot when my parents brought home extra boxes from NDP, but I can't for the life of me understand why I used to love it so much in hindsight.

We saw a couple of NS guys carrying huge cups of chicken + drinks around, so I went to ask them where they got it. They were like, "Oh, downstairs, but you have to queue for like, 15 minutes." WHAT IS 15 MINUTES TO A TRUE BLUE SINGAPOREAN, I say, so I grabbed my buddy and we told our trainer that we were "going to the, uh, toilet," which was quite suspicious itself because he's a guy and I'm not a guy, but we got through and went downstairs to go queue! Sadly all the mega chicken cups were gone, but he got fishballs from Old Chang Kee and I got free sotong so it wasn't all wasted.

I ended up giving the chicken in my KFC box to my groupmate, who is super on about getting buff and is thus eating all the protein he can get his hands on. But even soggy KFC chicken...? I wonder if protein powder tastes better. He ended up eating about 6 pieces of chicken happily, but rejected all the other things in the box that contained carbs.

And then we trekked from our holding area in the F1 pit to the Floating Platform. It's quite a nice walk - windy and sea view, and people lined the edges to wave to the performers and take photos. Nice place for a calm date if you're cheapo too haha. There was some NS (or NCC, I'm not too sure which) guy hanging over the edge of a bridge watching us pass - unlike his other comrades who were mostly sprawled out across any flat surface with a slightly vacant look in their eyes, he was languidly waving but sadly everyone was ignoring him. I waved back and he got a shock and started waving extra hard and so did all the people next to him. Hahahaha so adorbz.

I loved watching the parade march out backstage. From where we were waiting to walk in, if you tilted your head upwards you could see the screen, and what was being projected on it. Guys in uniform are so cute squeee, and I think the band major is really cool and awesome with the way he twirls his baton or stick or WHATEVER. Jie says he's just showing off, but it's cool anyway (even if it is a little gay).

Our performance was awesome (video speaks for itself HEH) then we were out again to change for finale. We got an ugly neon orange poncho which looked quite good as part of a formation, but really guys, there are ways to look cool without looking like a pregnant orange ghost. I cried during the National Anthem and the Pledge though - can't believe I'm actually going to be leaving this lovely place so soon (less than a month now!!!) and for so long. But augh I'm getting maudlin again and I must stop.

The afterparty was fun too; they got a live DJ to mix songs for us. During Preview, he'd come out as well, but after playing 3 songs he'd been cut off by Patrick (main choreo or whatever - some guy who was always telling us what to do and where to go) and my groupmate used his favourite phrase: "F*** THE DJ!" Some of them started planning an angry dance to go with that phrase as well ahahaha. Luckily we didn't have an opportunity to use that yesterday because the afterparty went on for a decently long time. The only gripe some of us had was that the music wasn't clubby enough - no THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP for breakdancing or something, but we still managed to form impromptu stages by forming a circle of people in which others could dance in. A whole lot of mats from the BMX item were showing off, and our trainer went in (after much coercion) and owned them all whooooo. But after that the songs just weren't high enough and I was quite tired from the initial high  so I went to find Jie and we awkwardly partied together - if you can call standing underneath a stairwell shouting at each other over the music partying. We camwhored (with a group of MP behind!!! #YOLO!!! But the MP also asked a group of girls if they could take a photo with them LOL) and watched the fireworks. Sadly I didn't get to go home with him yesterday because he had to stay till 1am clearing barricades.

Ahh I'm actually quite glad that I got to share this NDP experience with all these wonderful people :)


3:06 PM
Brothers
Tuesday, August 06, 2013

With my departure just around the corner (okay no maybe a few streets away, but NEAR) a lot of people have been giving me advice on how to stay safe- QiYun has been trying to teach me the difference between concealment and cover if I ever get caught in a shootout, and James gave me a list of defensive items, like pepper spray and tasers, that I have to look into carrying around on my person when I am in the States.

Oh, you guys, I am gonna make a really bad joke (stolen from our NDP choreographer actually) here, but I feel so violated cos you guys touch me so much :,) hur hur hur get it, touch??

Once again, I feel so blessed to have had all these wonderful brothers in my life even though I'm an only child and thus supposed to be doomed to a lifetime of loneliness.

And I'm also mildly honored that you guys think I have enough money/looks to be considered the target of an attack. :,)


8:06 PM
brb gifts
Friday, August 02, 2013

I realised yesterday when I was talking to Deenie about farewell presents that the people I am making farewell presents for are those who I will not actually be saying farewell to. It is a little ironic actually - I chose to make farewell gifts for those closest to me, and yet I cannot foresee myself leaving these close ones behind. If I have to sleep at midnight or wake up at 7am just to catch a quick conversation on Skype or iMessage with them, I will gladly do so. 

After all, (and perhaps I am getting a little maudlin here) real farewells aren't heralded by parties and hugs. You kind of drift out of each others' lives, seeing less of each other and saying less to each other until one day, you realise that there's just nothing to fill the space between you two. And then instead of forcing conversation, you pretend not to see them - or if they catch your eye by force, you smile and give them a quick wave before diving out of sight. 

In any case, I know I'll be coming back here, so it's not so much "bye" as "brb". Still, to leave without some sort of memento to these buddies who have stood by me all the time seems somewhat crass, so I guess I'll still continue on with my little projects. 


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