Tuesday, February 28, 2006

updates


Me and the boy spent a delectably sinful friday and saturday, walking around in town and stuffing our faces at a certain mrG's house. It was such a relief to just be out and about, shopping, eating and chatting, before our faces are forcefully shoved back into the relentless grind. We had a superduper delicious dinner at mrG's place that started with a tomato, mozzerella and basil salad; went on to mrG's risotto and the boy's delish roast chicken. The feast ended, regretfully, with a run of Breakfast at Tiffany's, some B&J's dublin mudslide and a bottle of red wine (thank you Andrew!). All together now, "ahhhh............."

I would post some pictures, but I'm in the law cafe now and all the pics are back home in the camera. So i shall entertain with just words.. heh.

Apart from engaging in the very Singaporean activity of eating, we also gossiped alot. (and I say this almost apologetically.) Something Andrew said really stuck. He said that talking about X really brought out the worst in people. But the thing is that she has done so many nasty and mean things to so many people that everyone has something to say on the topic. It was inevitable.

Ah, but by mrG's definition we weren't bitching. Surely stating your honest and truthful opinion on a certain subject cannot be considered bitching! I think that it is only when you contort and mangle the truth, that it becomes a broken-telephone situation.

From my point of view, it was certainly no fun having someone call me up and accusing me of doing something I didn't. It really shows someone's character when he tries to use an inanimate object that is not even his against you. Bah.

The gossip situation here in Notts fuels itself. There are too little people for the groups to be diverse enough not to interact with each other, but yet enough people for there to be fodder. And because our lives consist mainly of activities that are housebound, we pathetically resort to gossiping. However, I don't believe that it is a Singaporean thing to gossip (a theory espoused by my housemate), I'm sure girls of other nationalities do the same (cue Sex and the City and countless other soaps).

It's Monday now. The carefree weekend is now but a pleasant memory.

I shall sign off with this piece on love by one of my friends. Short of sounding hippie and flower power and all that, I think we need more love. Where is the love? =) btw, it is part five of a series.

The way she waltzed into my world, her step and twirl, it was... She didn't look like anything special. Not very tall, but proportionate in her body, jet black hair, fair skin, a beautiful smile. I had been seeing her around for quite a while already, but I never felt the need to go up to her to chat her up, even though I knew a few of her friends and that the chances of seeing her again, and again, were quite high. Somehow, just last week I had that chance. Well, nothing was planned, nothing was thought of beforehand, I was at this gathering and someone's place and she happened to be there.
I won't say that I was keen from the start, I merely noticed. Even at that gathering, I took quite a while before I got to her. I drifted around the house, from person to person till I got to her, and I did get to her alone. We were in this corner in the dining area, sitting down on two chairs, and while we were chatting, it seemed as though that there was no one else in the house with us. The floor was open for dance, and there were already a few couples out on the floor. I thought, "Why not." And so I asked, if she liked a dance. She gave me her hand.

We spun around and around on the floor, I twirled her around and watched as her smile and her hair flow. I listened to the music: love songs to haunt me after the night was over. Then a waltz was played, and the strings of the violins sounded through the strings of our hearts, reminding me of how lovers parted. We were dancing with each other, in a world where boy-loves-girl, and girl-loves-boy. We were dancing with each other, and our feet weren't even touching the ground.

As a parting gift (haha) I will end off with a photo of... me! In case you guys forget how i look (i am just a photowhore lah)



p.s. will update on Singnite on the next post. ok, so i'm SOOO late its not funny. sue me.

insatiable at 12:18 AM

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Wednesday, February 08, 2006

it's not in my mind

I had a sliver of doubt, that perhaps it was the lighting(or lack thereof), the music, or perhaps just coincidence. But that doubt has been completely erased. It is not just in my head. sigh. I will stop talking about this situation now, it is completely useless to try to understand someone's actions when they are completely baseless and honestly, stupid.

On my much lighter note, Manchester was fantastic. Or at least the food was. We ate Dim Sum for lunch on Saturday at Pearl City, stuffed ourselves full of har gao, siew mai, char siew bao and cheong funs and the bill only came up to £16.50. No, not per person. For ALL FOUR OF US! OMG. why didnt I choose Manchester Uni instead??!?!??!?!!?! *regret* And the shopping - they have MANGO, PRIMARK and SELFRIDGES. Me n Qing were drooling at all the branded bags at Selfridges.. sigh.. but no money! =( bah.

Singnite fell short of my expectations. The soup was watery, the chicken was dry, and the performances too loud. But oh well, it was a great opportunity to socialise and.. eh hem.. network. hee. Met the bf of an ex-friend (haha so convoluted). Lets just say that it was an interesting meeting. I can't believe she hasn't changed. Oh well, you know what they say about leopards and spots.

ok, got to run! Land law lecture in 15 mins! ta!

XXOO, vic

insatiable at 12:37 AM

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Friday, February 03, 2006

on friends.

woohoo! Fun at geisha last night. I held my drink and got high, not drunk. Didn't puke either! =D will post some of Mark and Zhuoneng's Broke(*ahem, bare)back Mountain pictures in my next post or something. muahahaha

Events that unfolded last night got me thinking about friendships. They are meant to be the foundations of our lives away from our family in an unfamiliar land. The Chinese have a saying that 'zai jia kao fu mu, chu wai kao peng you', which loosely translates as 'whilst at home you depend on your parents but whilst outside you depend on your friends'. But how will you know which people will stand up for you when the going gets tough? But you will know, when a friend turns her back on you, walks past you like you don’t exist and believes vicious rumours that other people spread about you.

I have learnt, since secondary school, that people believe what they want to believe. If they are your true friends, it is impossible that they would trust those who are out to malign you. Being naive or gullible is not an excuse for turning your back against your friend. You have chosen who you want to believe, and I guess it is just your loss.

This is how you separate the wheat from the chaff. But it still saddens me when one whom I thought was my friend turns out to be that way. It’s the dull ache in my heart as I mourn the demise of a potential friendship; a bittersweet taste in my mouth. The insipid taste of betrayal and disappointment, mixed with the odd happiness at the knowledge that at least it happened now than some time in the future.

Too many people have walked through my life this way, some hurting me more than others. However strong I may make myself out to be, when I open myself up to a friendship, the disappointment and sadness still seep through the cracks of the armor I have built for myself.

You know who you are.

insatiable at 7:08 AM

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