The Eighties

I have three things left to complete. Not in order of importance:

1. EYE
2. SEM
3. HRC (to vet)

Notice all the acronyms. Those of you who are Potters like me will understand what these three mean.

Anyway, it's a nice Sunday morning. Just been chided by mummy dearest for not wanting to go to the market (Geesh.. market? On Sunday morning?!?!) with her and my dad. Usually, the two of them go together sans me but recently, my dad develops a back problem; he can't sleep (because the back hurts) and has problem walking. So as the daughter, I am supposed to accompany them so that I can help to carry the groceries. After my gentle refusal (imagine me saying.. Don't want la.. I help you carry the groceries from the door), my mum engaged in her soliloquy about filial piety or something about what kind of daughter I am. By then, I already closed my bedroom door. Bad daughter..

I was surfing the net when I came across three of my favourite 80s films.

I've watched all three and it is amazing how vividly I can remember certain parts of the films.

In The Breakfast Club, I remembered the dance steps. Then, it was quite cool; the whole movie was about teen angst and students in detention (didn't know that detention can be that fun). Judd Nelson's aquiline nose, piercing blue eyes and stylo-milo hair were the highlights of the movie to me. Plus, there was Molly Ringwald. She with her red hair and bee stung lips; I always like to watch her act.

Molly Ringwald also acted in Pretty in Pink, a movie that made me so excited about prom. There was Andrew McCarthy too, one super handsome guy acting as the hero.

Some Kind of Wonderful is the another 80s show which is a must watch. I love Eric Stolz! He has this distinctive voice and he is always very lost; you know, 'to be or not to be' that kind of thing. Not that he wanted to attempt suicide (to side track, this line from Hamlet is about Hamlet contemplating to commit suicide). Mary Stuart Masterson's hair was so 'in' then. Too bad I couldn't achieve that look. Haahaa..

One 80s film which I have not watched is St Elmo's Fire. The theme song is great (of course, it's by David Foster) and one of the soundtracks, Man in Motion by John Parr is usually played in Class95. Featuring the 80s Bratpack, it was quite famous then. Trying to find it online but it's quite difficult.

Anyone has it?

Reflection

Currently, there is a joke going around about someone being gay. Intially, it was hilarious, all of us speculating whether it's the truth (we still have not confirmed it) but after some time (yeah.. it takes me THAT long), my conscience starts to gnaw on me and tells me that it's a MEAN joke.

Why this sudden change?

The person intended is A VERY NICE person who, if I were to ask for help, would willingly sets aside his/her time to assist me. He/She is also a caring person and never once did I hear him/her bitch about someone. And when he/she talks to you, he/she talks to you humbly, unlike some people who even when at fault, will look you in the eye and think nothing of his/her mistakes.

Now, my question is.. why is he/she butt of the joke? Is it because of his/her sexual orientation? If that's the case, wouldn't people who are involved in pre-marital sex should be condemned too? But no.. I don't see these people being made fun of.

What about people who steals other people boyfriends/girlfriends/spouses? Are they much better? But no.. I don't see these people being made fun of.

My point is, everybody has flaws. But to laugh at other people's flaws is a MEAN thing to do. What gives you the right to laugh at people? Does it make you feel superior? Or does it make you feel like you are in a group?

I am a LOUSY human being. Why do I say so? Because there are few things which happen right in front of my eyes which I don't dare to speak up. What I did was try not to participate in such conversations. As a close friend advised me, it takes time for people to realise that they are wrong. We can't just impose our thoughts on them.

Decision

I found out something which alarmed and frightened me at the same time. I never like to make a decision when I am in a spot; the decision I make will never be a WIN-WIN situation. Simply because I am stuck in a corner and force, then and there, to decide.

But then, not everyone is similar to me in thoughts and feelings.

I guess, the pursuit of happiness, has a different meaning for everybody.

My Dar-Dar and I

Due to our excessive obsession with Korean dramas, we are now solemnly called Mrs Pak Woon Hye and Mrs Kim Rae Kyul respectively.

Anne assesyo!
;-)

Dreams..

I had a horrifying dream last night. Or should I say dreams.

Images of my kids and the assessments kept infiltrating my slumber.
I bet my R.E.M is at its peak.

Can't even rest properly.

Maybe I miss my kids.
Can't bear the thought of not seeing them next year.
Wonder how we'll survive?

The Fourth September Blog of Lady28

After that, all the Potters had a celebration dinner at the Grassroot Club. The theme was RETRO and I dressed up like a Gypsy. Too bad can't upload the pics or else P.H.Y.S.I.C.S and GB would scream murder! Haahaa..

This year's celebration was fun and enjoyable. Thank, God! Won't want to leave with sad memories.

After that, I was super shag. Went home and slept until late the next day. I realised that my sleeping endurance is getting weaker. Must be the age.

The torture started on 3 September 2007, Monday, and it lasted until yesterday. Woke up at 0500 those three days and zoomed all the way to Tiong Bahru to collect papers by 0630. Madness.. And the rest of the Potters were having their delicious slumber while I, the Red Indian Chief (yeah.. me again!), suffered frantic attacks and heart palpitations.

Went back to the institution on Monday after that and stayed until nearly 0100 to finish up admin work for that event. I was so used to be the Red Indian Chief at the end of the year, not the September event. There was no time to do the admin work because the institutution was still going on and I was busy with that as well as the Potters' Celebration too.

Quarelled with one of the Potters from that school Won't elaborate except that things are fine now. Shudder..

My papers was yesterday and was so worried for my kids. The papers looked fine. Really hope they would pass well.

Alright.. Time for my last episode of THE FIRST SHOP OF COFFEE PRINCE.

Finally..
My turn to relax.

Fighting!

The Third September Blog of Lady28

31 September 2007

Don't really looked forward to that day.

My kids told me that they might not be attending the institution.

My last year with them and I didn't get to spend time with them.

:(

But when I went to the institutution, most of them were there! Happy, man! But of course, life with Dedication4 will never be smooth.

The course of true love never did run smooth

Learnt this from a storybook which I read in secondary book. 'Love Story', I think.

Anyway, minus that.. I had a great day. Especially when my Dear-Dear came with Emo Guy to give me this..

Super cool, right? A jade bangle!!!

I was exhilarated when they gave it to me!

Trust my Dear-Dear to think of this.

Haahaa..

I would like to thank the following people for sharing this. According to index no:

4. Mr Chan

5. My Dear-Dear (Thanks fro the white roses. You sure know me real well!)

6. Mr He

7. Mr Foo

8. Mr Ho

9. Mr Lee

10. Mr Leong

11. Wen-Wen

12. Emo Guy (Thanks for the pink roses.)

13. Mr Rajeswaran

14. Mr Tay

15. Mr Toh

16. Mr Yeo

Gamsahamida!

And also to my three gals.. Thank you for the gifts.

This was made by Ms Chia.

Real neat, huh?

Gamsahamida!

This was given by Mr Chan.

Didn't expect to get this.

Super cute!

Gonna use it next year!

Gamsahamida!

And a collection of my gifts.. for the last year..

Thank you, everyone!

The Second September Blog of Lady28

Meanwhile, at Plaza Singapura, Nad was busy being trying to take a photo of Aaron Kwok for me.

"He's too far off! Can't really see him. But, damn! He looks good, man!"

Coming that from Nad is a rarity. Making me want to break down and cry. When could I leave this place? Checked my watch and it was already 8 plus. He had been there for more than an hour! He was going to leave soon. I haven't felt this sense of desperation since my Dedication4 played punk in school. Aaaaaaaaahhhhh....

Finally, when everything was over, I hurried to the shuttle bus which would bring all the Potters to the main gate of the Istana. As the bus crawled in the darkness, I prayed that Aaron Kwok would still be there. The whole place was in darkness except for the light illuminating in the bus. Finally, the main gate. But the bus remained stationary. What the hell? I could hear the sound of outside traffic. It felt like you were stuck in a Twilight Zone.

Haiz.. must be some security check or whatsoever.

When the door finally opened, I scurried down (not easywith the busload of Potters, alright?). I was wearing a super high heeled shoes but I ran all the way to Plaza Singapura! I was not going to miss this for a life time!

Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh.....

He was still there.

And, damn!

He is Super Sat!

Handsome to the max!

My super high heelies!

Can you see Aaron Kwok? He's the one in stripes. Haiz.. My camera phone couldn't zoom!

Haahaa.. He actually walked past me!!! Tried to get a shot of him but with such over-aged enthusisatic crowd (inclusing me and Nad) plus his bodyguards, this was what I got.

And oh, yeah. This is what I wore for the Potter's Convention. Nad said it I looked like a Kakak (duh!) but Fah and Zah said I looked fine.

My friends were good to me. Spent time with me to celebrate Potters' Day. Thanks, guys. And I got this from Fah!

My Momo!!!

The First September Blog of Lady28

My life has been a buzz of activities that I didn't even have time to breathe. For the first time since the September holidays, I woke up late. 12 plus to be exact. But not before I was woken up by my nephew's and niece's incessant knocks on my door at 7 plus. To say goodbye to me before the former went to his playschool (they are sweet when they don't make a ruckus). Then I woke up at 9 plus (out of habit; it's weird that I can sleep late). And finally at 12 plus where I quickly switched on my laptop to check if the final episode of THE FIRST SHOP OF COFFEE PRINCE was alread uploaded. And it was there. Today's a good day..

Saw my Dar-Dar online and I knew that she was hooked on to the same show too. Haahaa..

What I did next was what I haven't done for so long; taking my own SWEET time to bathe and doing my personal bathing rituals merticulously. Scrubbed myself.. Slathered lotion all over my body.. Hmm.. I smelt so good!

That was all besides the point.

I am going to start my life from last Thursday, 30 August 2007.

I was selected to go to Istana for some Potters' Convention. Parked at Plaza Singapura and guess what I saw.. Aaron Kwok's poster saying that he was coming at 1900 for an autograph session! Gosh.. Aaron Kwok exists since I was in secondary school; must thank my Ciecie for that. She was the one who lent me his cassette (yup.. cassette!) and I actually listened to his songs. Haahaa..

Called Zah and Nad up; in case my convention ended late, could they take a photo of him. Zah as usual was cynical, saying something about him being old and all botoxed up. Nad just played along with me. Yeah.. Yeah.. I'll do it for you. Thanks, Nad.

So there I was at the Istana, standing ALONE with nobody to talk to, when around me were hundreds of other Potters. Everywhere I walked, I heard them talking about Potterism. Haiz.. we still could not get out of our Potter skin even when we were out of the institution. Met two or three familiar faces; said hi and bye. And I'm supremely bored. You know the term BORED TO DEATH? Yeah.. that one. I could actually die of boredom. Called people to occupy my time before the great event but everybody's busy. It just dawned to me that I couldn't marry a royalty; I would die attending this kind of functions! So sorry, my dearest LaneigeQueen. I think you have to say goodbye to that condominium which I promised you. I don't think I'm suitable to be a Brunei princess. Haahaa..

Since everyone was busy, I took a few shots of the Istana. Mind you. The shots are as bored as my mind..

Plates. Yeah.. Stacked to perfection.

The ceilings of the Istana. Chandeliers. Yeah.. Exciting.

The food was horrid. No offense. But the only nice thing is the salmon on the bread. The rest was either too hard or bland.

Pretty right? But don't be deceived. Only the round thing was nice. Haiz..

And meanwhile, I was thinking about Aaron Kwok. He was just next door. And I was going to miss checking him out. Sniff..