Month: June 2004

Cloudless sky. 1.45pm Sunday.

Sunday turned out blue cloudless skies, brisk, hot winds and a motherfucking big headache from not drinking enough water. All Sundays should look like that though. Except for the headache.

I had my Jeon Ji-Hyun fix last night, even if the movie was the stupidest thing I’ve watched in a while. I knew it was gonna be a pretty daft movie, even if the film deliberately took the micky out of fans of k-melodrama. But just like falling in love against your better judgement, you’re compelled to watch it. I looked at my watch no less than five times in the second hour of the film.

My headache’s worse now because I spent an hour at Tekka Mall, at this Shin Seong Hypermart, trying to buy supplies for this week’s work. Little India on a Sunday is too little for all the Indians. Worse, the non-Indians think it’s fun to throng there on a Sunday arvo too, all happily partaking in jaywalking joy. I must try that some time: eat some curry, then dodge cars.

So, Steph Song finally calls after we’ve been playing phone tag for the past coupla days. I’m not sure who called who first, but I remember being asked to call back later because she was tending to her garden. She says she wishes to have me over for coffee, and berates me for not replying her SMSs. I said I replied. She says, Hmmm what’s wrong with my phone? I sez is it Starhub? She sez yes. I sez ask your boyfriend to stop making ads for them then.

I am distracted from further conversation by an expanding exchange on MSN Messenger. I sez OK coffee wonuvzeezdays.

I eat a whole box of Mushi Mushi Mochi Frozen Yogurt Ice Cream (6 mochis in a box) and feel sick afterward. I watch “My Sassy Girl” on Channel U and get fed up with the squeaky Mandarin voices dubbing my chagiya’s voice. Why do all Mandarin dubbing artists have squeaky voices?

So, Steph Song finally calls after we’ve been playing phone tag for the past coupla days. I’m not sure who called who first, but I remember being asked to call back later because she was tending to her garden. She says she wishes to have me over for coffee, and berates me for not replying her SMSs. I said I replied. She says, Hmmm what’s wrong with my phone? I sez is it Starhub? She sez yes. I sez ask your boyfriend to stop making ads for them then.

I am distracted from further conversation by an expanding exchange on MSN Messenger. I sez OK coffee wonuvzeezdays.

I eat a whole box of Mushi Mushi Mochi Frozen Yogurt Ice Cream (6 mochis in a box) and feel sick afterward. I watch “My Sassy Girl” on Channel U and get fed up with the squeaky Mandarin voices dubbing my chagiya’s voice. Why do all Mandarin dubbing artists have squeaky voices?

Pork rib soup (Bak Kut Teh) at Balestier Road.

Couldn’t catch a movie earlier, so I went out to grab a bite. A big one it turned out to be, with me eating a quarter of a pig, a bowl of rice and some salted vegetables at one of the many 24 hour eating houses along Pork Rib Alley (Balestier Road). My friend E had a more delicate bowl of pig liver mee sua. This particular restaurant (directly opposite the 7-11 and next to Martaban Road) is good. There’s the pork knuckle dish that melts in your mouth, and the handsome bloke in the greasy singlet rolled up over his bulging belly (waiter and mascot) comes by now and again to check if you’ve drunk your peppery pork soup. If you have, he’ll top the bowl up with another ladle.

It’s amazing how I still manage to keep my svelte figure.

Lately, there’s still been people suggesting Funky Hongky and Silly Singapore Names to me. E said I should read yesterday’s ST Life!, where it was announced that Ericia “I’m half-Chinese-half-rabbit” Lee’s younger sister had signed with Mediaworks as an Artits. Her name is Ezann(!). She studied psychology in Brisbane for a bit before deciding she liked Ezann Management better. (It was funnier when E (whose name is pretty normal, but cannot be divulged here) giggled non-stop for 5 minutes with mee sua dangling out of her mouth). Then yesterday a jet-setting ex-gf who’s in town tells me that there was a Hong Kong beauty pageant contestant who introduced herself as Devilly, sounds like Beverly, only spelt wrongly (now say that sentence with a Hongky accent).

Pork rib soup (Bak Kut Teh) at Balestier Road.

Couldn’t catch a movie earlier, so I went out to grab a bite. A big one it turned out to be, with me eating a quarter of a pig, a bowl of rice and some salted vegetables at one of the many 24 hour eating houses along Pork Rib Alley (Balestier Road). My friend E had a more delicate bowl of pig liver mee sua. This particular restaurant (directly opposite the 7-11 and next to Martaban Road) is good. There’s the pork knuckle dish that melts in your mouth, and the handsome bloke in the greasy singlet rolled up over his bulging belly (waiter and mascot) comes by now and again to check if you’ve drunk your peppery pork soup. If you have, he’ll top the bowl up with another ladle.

It’s amazing how I still manage to keep my svelte figure.

Lately, there’s still been people suggesting Funky Hongky and Silly Singapore Names to me. E said I should read yesterday’s ST Life!, where it was announced that Ericia “I’m half-Chinese-half-rabbit” Lee’s younger sister had signed with Mediaworks as an Artits. Her name is Ezann(!). She studied psychology in Brisbane for a bit before deciding she liked Ezann Management better. (It was funnier when E (whose name is pretty normal, but cannot be divulged here) giggled non-stop for 5 minutes with mee sua dangling out of her mouth). Then yesterday a jet-setting ex-gf who’s in town tells me that there was a Hong Kong beauty pageant contestant who introduced herself as Devilly, sounds like Beverly, only spelt wrongly (now say that sentence with a Hongky accent).