1) Anyway, the reason for update was that I was sick of seeing the picture of the law society website hacked and have been systematically trying to induce as many posts as I can to push it down as far as I can to get everything back to normal.
Alternatively, I can also change my settings in blogger, but pish! what a mundane way to go about things.
2) Excuse my Victorian english which expands my verbosity (yes, this is marginally better than when I kept sprouting "pish posh" last year but still, it can be highly vexing) but as you can see, it is because I have been have been keeping the company of England's finest rakes company as they fall in love one by one, instead of devoting my attentions to passing this semester. But, its so fun to reread my old novels and see all the dashing Bridgertons and Bar Cynster, as compared to, I don't know, the musty company of Lord Diplock and Devlin J. However, I do think Devlin is a rather dashing and swoon worthy name, for a lack of better word(s), just like Lord Denning but I think Denning was old and bald, in real life,which means, that if Brenda was born earlier, she would have set her cap for him. ( that was said in pure pre emptiveness (?) to the comment that I forsee in my tag-board which would run along the lineof "bald men are sexy")
3) I was typing the earlier paragraph with a British accent. You, know, it just sounds in your head, can't help it. Just like I can't help typing like I am Leopold (from Kate and Leopold).
4) Its super late and rather moot (heh) to take about my moots but it went okay. In retrospect, it was not as terrible as I whined about but it definitely could have gone better, especially since, the men I have kept company with, may have loads of fictitious money, but none of the famed brains which I need to pass this semester. I tried bribing Eleanor Wong for extra credit, when she needed salt and pepper (yes, how coincidental, we all went to breakfast at the same place but thank god, different tables) but she was unmoved by my impassioned pleas. Sadly, my beginnings as an advocate seem dismal.
5) Sunday was a day spent playing paaaaaaintbaaaaaaaaaaaall! and creating noise pollution in my lovely tutor's apartment.
I tell you, I got shot the most despite the fact that I was the only girl that was covered from head to toe. And the men are an unchivalrous lot. I got hit in my ass another 2 times when I was retreating to recover from my wounds. Bloody bastards. I know I probably insulted you guys quite a bit, especially James and Jeth. (Oh, we met his gf, Jiahui, a throughly lovely girl who refuses to make Jeth work at being a bf.tsk) but still no reason to mortally wound me. Still, it was loads of fun. And man, was there alot of poetic justice being played out. ('tis a day for hyperbole, it seems)
If there is one thing, why I am still in this bloody law school, despite the grievious amount of work and the SUPREME lack of eye candy is because someday I will be like my tutor, supposedly earning a pittance that can afford me a place like Scotts 28, which by the way is a stone's throw from Newton OR Orchard MRT. Then again, she probably is earning a pittance because she is used to staying near the coastline in Chicago. If you pick up a calender featuring the coastline, you can see her apartment. And that is enough, to turn even the most jaded cynic's heart into something resembelling a misshapen lump of love.
Anyway, kudos to people in my class, and a special thank you to Darryl, who actually was lovely enough to get me proper vegetarian food, (and he didn't even ask me to get it which means he get full 100% credit), as compared to the kanandecob (watch this if you have no idea what that means) and the the scrap vegetables I used to get as well, like a bonus. I also finally learnt how to play mahjong, somewhat, under the rather expert tutoring of Nikki and the incompetent follow up by James. Also a thank you for the damn good ice cream that TG 13 bought.
Omg, and how could I have forgot the "The hunt for the mahjong tiles". Since, my tutor was enamoured with the online version of mahjong, we decided to get her the real set for her as a surprise. And so we trooped off to Takashimaya, but I couldn't follow Jeth, Joseph and Jiahui (hence forth known as triple J) as my wonderful Filas were falling apart, literally. They were flapping. Its like they became a part of me, and hence had to emulate my verbosity my unhinging their soles. As I walked, they talked. So I trooped to adorn my feet with proper flipflops and avoided seeing triple J not get fleeced by this woman. So off, we went to Chinatown, and I went into a Tekka looking place, but in Chinatown, for the first time. It looked quite cool and with some expert negotiations within minutes, we were in possession of a mahjong set, which my tutor expressed her love for here.
Note open mouth and incredulously joyous expression!
But the one of the 2 highlights of the day, sadly, was only viewable by Joseph, Jiahui and I, which led us to question how exactly Jeth got his license (and leaves me to ponder the unfairness of me yet to gain mine). Sadly, I think to detail the incident would leave him alot poorer but let's say it included alot of expletives, alot of pressure on the steering wheel, some needless accleration and mygodithankyouformygoodkarmatoletpeoplehavetheforesighttohaveinventedbrakes kinda of prayer.
The other highlight of the day was Taboo, which is an infinitely fun game that everybody should play.
Quotable Quotes
JL : Oh, yes, I forgot I can talk. This is not Charades
JL: Laugh. laugh.laugh
JL: sputter, sputter, sputter
JL: I don't think I am very good at this
(ok, he didn't say the last one but he should have said it anyway :P)
KD: ....you would defecate through this oriface....
(I mean, who exactly talks like that, normally!!! Really, it was fit for polite teatime chitchat and it would have hardly offended any Victorian sensibilities.)
B: *sound of silence (shock) as she gulps the whole of the "punishment" drink down* (which is one very tall paper cup) "Am I very red? "
Ok, I can't remember the rest. You can fill it with eating, drinking and photowhoring. Interested parties may go to www.tg1314outing.shutterfly.com to view James sitting like a reservist ah peck in the front page. (However, I shall endevour to be nicer to James because he gave me a lift to Orchid Country Club. However, I shall pass on all my insults to Lavan, whom he forgot to ask.
"Oh ya, Lavan hor, he stays near us. I forgot." - as I quote from the horse's mouth. )
5) I shall have to do a honorary mention of my new bus kakis or as Jo christened us, the ten gang. They are Nikki, James and Lavan. And that's it. yes. that was kinda fast. then again, its a blog , no ceromony involved.
6) Yesterday was a marvellous food hunt with Ras. But the most interesting thing we saw was in Siglap Gelare, the graffitti wall (and what memories we have of it, Jo and I =D)
i) Everybody hates somebody called Emo, so Ras and I contributed our 2 cents worth by putting a search grafitti for him called " Finding Emo"
ii) We are now honorary members of a best friend club which has now 7 members instead of 5 and BBF #0 is Ras and BBF#7 is myself. How, like, so, like, exciting. like TOTALLY
iii) We were very disturbed to find the impact that Brokeback Mountain has made on our young 'uns, especially since we found a heartfelt declaration of "Tejas Rao rules my ass", in an unmistakable guyish scrawl.
7) And to sum up the pleasant and unpleasant happenings of the week, I am bloody glad to be single and very happy that I do not like anybody in law or anywhere else. Next time, I complain about lack of eyecandy or male attention, clock me on the head and remind me, with the family dating service set to kick into action in a few years, I can afford to wait for my "Silicon Valley IT engineer hubby. And if he looks like Dean Cain with specs*, he will never want for filter kaapi (coffee) ever, I swear.
* If you have any doubt to how that looks, I had provided a description in one of my earlier posts, which, I unfortunately cannot replicate in full (the post, not the description)
I swear to god, it was Dean Cain a la indian style in front of me. He was probably around 25ish(yes yes, I know. ancient but hey, brad pitt still makes the cut!) shirt, pants and loosened tie. One of those silver bracelets dangling from his nicely muscled arm. He was pretty fit (broad shoulders, narrow waist) and had a peekaboo tattoo on his collarbonish area. (any further, I fear I would blush, the shy virginal vestal maiden I am.hahahha) but without looking all anjack. A little stubble(very classy) He was wearing specs but trust me,it came across as boyishly handsome and this was one "nerd" I wouldn't mind. (you can see how much attention I was paying attention to The Econo-what)
And you can blame all that on the notoriously handsome and dashing Bridgertons and the Cynsters.
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