STAR-STRUCK? NAH...


Cindy and I were strolling out of FoS on this hot and sweltering Friday afternoon, having just been dismissed from a briefing on our degree major(s) and minor(s). Typical to the female species of homo sapien, both of us were chatting animatedly when she, all of a sudden, let off an exuberent exclamation.

"LOOK!!!! Is that him??!!" She screeched agitatedly, pointing to a guy in front of us with her left hand, and her right clutching my left elbow.

I glanced ahead casually. The guy in question was talking on his handphone; holdng his mobile up against his ear in his right hand. Coincidentally, he was waving his friend off at the bus-stop and thus, I managed to catch a fleeting glimpse of his right face; albeit only the top part (that is, from eyes upwards), as the lower half was covered by his arm.

"No la... This is NUS leh... It's just somebody who looks like him. Probably it's the eyes and hairstyle. And anyway, he doesn't look this short on television." I muttered nonchalantly.

"No, it's really HIM!!! He turned around earlier, and I saw his face. They look too uncannily alike. It's him; 100% guarantee." Cindy insisted firmly.

"No la. Since when is he so short and stocky?" And I carried on to mumble something unwise about his height, albeit it's genuinely from the bottom of my heart.


And so, the two of us continued walking behind him, debating between ourselves on whether is he really whom we are talking about. We were, of course, not tailing or stalking him, mind you. It just so happened that we were walking on the same walkway, and in the same direction, as he was.

Pretty soon, the pathway splits into an intersection. Making a left turn in the direction of the faculty canteen, he looked back and threw us a quick, cursory glance.

"It's HIM!!" Cindy whispered surreptitiously out of the corner of her mouth, all the time trying to maintain her poise and not appear too overly-excited. We are, afterall, going onto varsity and no longer elementary kids. But man, from the vibes, I can certainly tell for sure that she's ebullient.

"Ya lah... You win. I absolutely have no idea he's of this height. I expected him to be tall, lanky, and gangly." I breathed back, and stole a peek at him stealthily. (It's not that I'm man-crazy, ok? But, hello??!! It's not everyday that a celebrity walks 1 meter ahead of you, right???)

Following which, the both of us - being diligently hard at work in keeping up our act of imperturbability and equanimity - then coolly turned to the right of the intersection and crossed the zebra-crossing; all the time speculating excitedly under our breath on whether is Hong Jun Yang enrolling into Faculty of Science. Or even better, perhaps he is going to be our prospective coursemate.


Gosh, can you imagine studying in the same LT as he is? If luck has her way, we might even have a chance of being group-mates.
If so, I'll definitely pester him to croon at least a song to me. Having a nationally-renowned songbird singing live, and me being the one and only audience, how cool is that?! *beams*


P.S. I honestly hope that he did not overhear my candid and upfront comments to Cindy about his height though. How intelligent of me to shoot my mouth off when he's just a mere meter ahead from me. Duh...

HOW TRUE


Was, as usual, visiting blogs when I spotted this interesting entry:


THINGS THAT YOU WILL NEVER EVER HEAR FROM A WORLD CUP COMMENTATOR:

1) "This game is proudly sponsored by Kotex."

2) "Look at those shapely thighs! And oh gosh, aren't the washboard abs absolutely jaw-dropping??!!"

3) "It's not about winning or losing. It's all about fostering friendship, making new ones, and having fun!"

4) "Gosh! Don't the guys look manly and macho when they're all covered in sweat?"

5) "How I wish he'll take off his jersey and hug me like he does to his teammates!"

6) "Yawn... What's the kick in watching twenty-plus grown ups running around a football pitch chasing after a ball?"

7) "Cool beans! Look at that big tummy of his!"

8) "Alamak! How can red card one? Referee kelong ah!!!"


and last but not least (I've been kind enough to save the best for the last),


9) "And now, let us bring our hands together and welcome the team from Singapore!!!"



Haha!!!

TO: THE STUPID-EST CREATURES ON EARTH


I seriously don't like lizards.
I simply loath them with a fervent passion.
Ditto.

From the crown of its head right down to the ends of its tail, I simply can't bring myself to nurture a tiny, weeny bit of affection for the grotesque, miserable, and disgusting creatures. Apart from gobbering down pesky insects and blood-thirsty mosquitoes, trying to think of another good reason to justify their mere existence proves downright challenging. (No, leaving its footprints all over the walls of my house or dropping onto people's head when they lose their footing certainly do NOT constitute as good points).

Eat insects?
Frogs carry out the noble task too. And the best part is we are able to make Tian Ji Zhou (Frog legs congee, for those Han Yu Ping Yin-challenged) out of our croaky and tasty friends.

Lizard meat?
Please, for goodness sake. Spare me.
*pui*

And to my deepest disgust, 2 lizards have been sighted in the house for this week alone.
1 of them was enjoying the luxury of crawling all over the floor (The audacity!!! What does it think it is, competing with me for walking space!!??) until Mum spotted it. Frightened out of its wits, the bloke scurried for its dear life with its tail between its legs and found refuge in, of all places, MY ROOM!!

Sigh.

I had severe insomnia that very night.
=(

Thankfully, the same lizard was seen hiding behind the door of the master bedroom's the following morning. After successfully cajoling Dad into showing the offending lizard who's boss (Dad was about to leave for work), the ingenious me stepped, no, sorry, I meant climbed onto my brother's bed and sought safety there.

A couple of sprays of insecticides later, and with the help of a mighty broomstick, the dazzled lizard was flung out of the window from a height of 12 storey. And of course, pitiful as the poor lizard (tsk tsk tsk) may sound, it failed to score any sympathy points from me - the ardent anti-lizard advocate whose personal motto and modus operandi is, "All lizards are pathetic, and pathetic lizards deserve no pity.".

Kudos to super-hero Dads who yield broomsticks and insecticide cans!!!


The second lizard is, to date, still hiding and sneakily lurking around somewhere in my brother's room. Being the smart chick that I've always been (and, indubitably, still am), my bedroom door has been kept tightly closed since then.
I honestly hope that the lizard starves to death and rot in my brother's room.
*keeping my fingers crossed*


Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, or rather, one who encounters her nemesis.
Now you know I'm not exactly quite an angel, though I frequently declare otherwise at least once per day.
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KIDS!


A little girl was being punished for bad behaviour, and her parents made her eat dinner by herself in one corner of the room. No attention was given until they overheard her praying part of Psalm 23.

"I thank You, LORD, for preparing a table before me in the presence of my enemies."



That's what I love about kids - funny thinking, candid attitude, naive veraciousness, and not forgeting a faint streak of frolicsome rebellion.
(=