Mini Suntec City
Pfft, I don’t know why every one is whining about how they don’t feel liberated, because I totally do!
There used to be a voice nagging at the back of my head, “You have to get home at 8pm to study!” or “You’ve got 3 tests tomorrow!”
I’m FREE from the voice, FREE! HAHAHA!
Maybe they actually like studying..
To me, studying is like waking up at 6am every morning.
You do it every day and you should be used to it, but you always feel like murdering someone anyway.
Anyhoo, had a day of relaxation and some failed barbecuing at Eunice’s place a few days ago.
We were all geared up for the barbeque – Satay (Dee went through hell for that one), sting ray, sausages (I got 3 kinds!), curry, chicken wings and blah blah. But half of it was cooked by the maids in the end, and we totally destroyed the other half of it.
I don’t see how we can be traditional wives in the future – we suck at cooking.
Anyway, this is a picture post, so it’s quite likely that none of you will read the words and only be looking at the pictures, so I shan’t write much.
As regular readers should already know, Eunice’s house is like, a mini Suntec City. I couldn’t help but take a few photos of the house – it’s so pretty!
The pool. We went swimming/kayaking for a while (She owns 2 kayaks, one of which has her name printed on the side, really wtf)
A bar thingy by the pool.
I actually find pictures of people playing pool really cheesy and weird, but well, whatever…
Eunice playing pool.
Lizard.
Dee.
Me.
Me cheating drastically.
Don’t be fooled by those fancy poses and serious faces – we were quite bad at it.
In fact, I think it took us at least half an hour to finally give up. Not to sink in all the balls – to give up.
So in the end we just kind of randomly hit all the balls.
Liquor.
And yes, that’s a juice machine thingy in the corner.
I find it kind of ironic that teenagers keep going to extremes in order to sneak in to play pool and drink, when Eunice’s house has all those things but yet we don’t do that stuff. I think all that liquor is just for display anyway, they all looked untouched.
Cappuccino machine.
Dee, Me, Lizard.
Food.
Denise and the about-to-be-eaten sausage.
Iron Chefs.
The satay which got burnt but didn’t get cooked. That’s what I hate about barbecuing, every thing burns so easily yet it’s not cooked inside.
Iron Chefs 2
Happy Chef.
After the barbeque, we went to the movie room to watch a movie.
Happy.
Who needs cinemas when you have Eunice’s house?!?!
Okay that’s about it. It was a nice day, too bad we couldn’t finish the food.
We also talked about homosexuality in Singapore. Maybe I’ll post about that another time.
Music-Elitists.
You know what bugs me the most at this moment?
People who claim that they can understand the so-called implicit, underlying meanings in song lyrics, “ZOMG I’m SO deep!”
When they listen to pop music, they go, “ZOMG this is SO shallow, it’s total rubbish!” and proceed to sit in a corner and rock himself back and forth while listening to whatever music they regard as “deep”.
Ah yes, besides the language-elitists, there are also the music-elitists.
People who love to show off their “intelligence” by proclaiming that pop is dead, or that radio sucks.
Then they proceed to list all the “great” bands that they know of.
Sometimes I look at those bands which those they list, and I think, “They think that’s deep?”
I wonder whether they know how ridiculous they sound.
I guess it’s like people with body odour – they can’t smell themselves?
I used to be one of those people when I was younger – always boasting that I listen to better music than other people, and tossing away any music that the general population was into.
But ultimately I think it just boils down to taste, and it doesn’t define our intelligence or who we are.
I’m pretty sure that we all know that – but we still form low opinions of other genres of music anyway.
Take Lizard for example, she listens to Chinese pop songs, but she’s not cheena, neither is she an ah lian.
I listen to Rammstein – but I’m not in a cult or anything that one might link heavy metal to.
Come to think of it, I think people establish preconceived notions about others even through music.
Those who listen to pop = Narrow-minded Bimbos
Those who listen to Chinese songs = Ah Lians and Bengs
Those who listen to heavy metal = Freaky, tattoo-ed people with nose rings
And the list goes on. I shared a Rammstein song with some of my friends the other day, and they laughed.
I honestly wish I could share a song with someone without them sighing, “Aiyoh, you listen to this kind of music ah?” and hand my iPod back to me.
Not because I think my music taste is superior, but because when they say that, a stereotypical judgment about me is being formed.
I admit, I don’t particularly like Pop or Indie stuff very much.
Sometimes the lyrics do make me cringe, but it’s mostly because those songs sound boring to me. It’s just verse 1, chorus, verse 2, chorusx3.
But yet, I don’t think it’s rubbish. I admit that I listen to Backstreet Boys every once in a while.
I’m not surprised if people like listening to those bands, I mean, being yourself is all that matters right?
It’s kind of funny to see those full-headed bozos arrogantly sprouting out the names of “great” bands, because while they think they’re being mature, they’re just being dickheads.
Which reminds me, I should will stop teasing Haniel about how he likes to listen to The Click Five.
Irony.
Okay, I’ve really been neglecting my blog… But O LEVELS ARE OVER! HURRAH!
The only reason why I’m blogging now is because I just remembered this hilarious thing.
Lizard and I went to a JC open house open some time ago.
We had to travel to some unknown part of Singapore. “This place is so damn ulu,” I kept saying.
But then I thought, oh well it’s only foreign to us, it’s probably just a normal neighbourhood.
But lo and behold! The neighbourhood certainly lent its name to the word ‘ulu’.
In the shuttle bus, we drove by this church. A huge banner was stretched across the fence and the title said said,
“GODLY SEX AND SEXUAL INTERCOURSE.”
And on the other side of the church, another banner was stretched across the fence:
“CHILDCARE CENTER.”
“Oh my God, we really are in an ulu place,” I groaned.
Ironic much?
This banner poses many questions, like
What makes sex Godly?
There’s such a thing as Godly sex?
Is normal sex un-Godly? Wow. A world of questions.
A childcare center too!
Can you imagine a sex seminar being held while the children are playing in the next room?
Too bad I didn’t take pictures…
Shard Destiny.
So exhausted from all the memorizing of useless facts…
Memorizing really sucks the joy from studying Literature. I’m so sick of trying to memorise the damn conversation between Macduff and Malcolm, primarily because their names are so similar. Malcolm said what again? Wasn’t that Macduff?
Why couldn’t Shakespeare use more distinctive names, like maybe Bartholomew and Beanstan.
Both ‘B’s but they sound different anyways…
Diplomacy and Deterrence is also a load of crock. One of the biggest loads of crock I’ve ever read, in fact.
“National Service provides opportunities to bond, promote patriotism and a shard destiny“?! Shard destiny?
Wtf? I thought ’shard’ meant a piece or fragment or something. What the hell is a ’shard destiny’?
Try telling that to the dudes ready to go to NS… Shard destiny.. Honestly…
But what ever that makes the marker happy, right?
C’mon y’all, let’s all unite and share a shard destiny! *glitter*