The day is 26th August 2005, also known as the day of zy's bday. i was waiting for bus 19 in tampines interchange while tuned into power 98, *the* red-hot radio station that accompanied me during my daily commuting to and from ntu. it was Jeremy Ratnam on Power Cruisin' and i thought, hey, why don't i send in a msg for our dear virgo boy zy a bday greeting. no harm done right? so i sent one in. the time was 7.25pm.
The message is as follows:
Hey jeremy, i would like for u to shout a loud 'happy birthday' in ur best army officer voice to ziyang, the birthday army boy. don't know if he'll be able to hear it but let's try it anyways. Haha... Thanks! From: 3sa
and i went home as per usual. ate dinner and watched a lil tv (it's lil if you consider engaging in a staring contest with the tube from 7.45pm to 12mn). anyways, i didn't think much of the sms i send in earlier that day. i nvr had much luck with radio call-in/song delication programs anyway. so imagine my surprise when i got out my phone after my shows (yes, at 12mn) and saw a missed call with the number 66911980. the time of the missed call was 7.55pm.
gosh... if only i had held onto my phone like a lifeline. i might actually get to humiliate myself on air. haha... anyways, if anyone reading this had been listening to power 98 on 26/08/05 at around 7.55pm, please let me know what happened. i'm damn curious!
oh and another thing. (in my loudest army officer voice) HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RECRUIT LIANG!!!!!!
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just a quick update of my life so far....
my tutorials are at least 3 weeks overdued. attending lectures left me stranded in a state called Confusion, SG. and lastly, i managed to lose 2 ezlink cards in less than 1 week, each of them haf at least 20 bux in them.
the thing is, i don't know if they fell out of my bag when i was taking them out the front pocket or when i put them back. somehow or rather, i'll spot them nested safely in the abovementioned pocket and the next time i tried to look for it, it's gone. all other things in the compartment is strangely intact though.
the first card i lost was on last fri. it's a standard issue ezlink card that i was using until my tertiary card is ready. felt that it wasn't such a big loss, despite the recent top-up of $20.
the second card was lost on wednesday. it belonged to my mom and it's the very first printed ezlink card that was issued. maybank won the bid to the printing and there's a bright juicy tomato on it. same as the first card, there is at least a $20 inside. i had already gotten my tertiary card already and i know, i should've returned it to my mom that morning. that thought had actually slipped in and out of my mind but before i knew it, i lost the card. dug through my bag, flipped it inside out, i did everything--save for tearing out the seams--but it's really gone. i even tried to backtrack my route that day but to no avail. of course, a plain (rather unique) ezlink card lying on the road during that 3 hours of class would surely warrant some other opportunist to pick it up and use it. boy, can u imagine that sonuvabitch luck?
a newly acquinted friend even quipped he should hang out with me more often. that way, he might pick up a card or two.
boohoo... so if anyone knew of anyone who is having a field day of picking up ezlink cards lying around ntu/boonlay/tampines area, chances are my tomato ezlink card is among his/her collection. and i would really like to have that tomato ezlink card back.
/cries pitiously
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girls in general likes to matchmake. the underlying satisfaction of pushing one unsuspecting male friend onto another single but not desperate girl friend appeals so much to them that it doesn't matter if the poor girl think the guy isn't good enough for her. (that doesn't mean that the girl thinks she's good enough for him though. please don't misintepret.)
somehow, after getting picked out by some guy as their potential latch-on accessory, the girls felt compelled need to latch the only unattached one onto some guy. the need to help others never left the female genes but unfortunately, not everyone needs their help. yours truly, being part of a big 10 girl clique, is the receipient of such "help".
a plain looking girl who hates to doll up, i never did have much luck with love relationships. it used to bother me when i was younger but i kinda gotten used to it after 20 years of san-boyfriend life. and as i watch the other 9 sisters enter relationship after relationship, i didn't feel the need to do the same too. of course, the fact that no potential mate was in sight hindered my latching-on process but that was only a small factor. the abovementioned 9 didn't think so though. they come up with all sorts of guys to match me with. guys whom i keep in close contact in as a buddy, guys whom they keep in close contact with who likes comics and anime, guys whom we keep in close contact with.
guys whom i keep in close contact in as a buddy: i am practically a guy in their eyes to let them fall for me romantically. besides, even if we were to develop a relationship, what would happen once it's over? we can't even go back to being friends. and that's really bad.
guys whom they keep in close contact with who likes comics and anime: i absolutely adore comics/mangas and anime. i like other things too but they only know of comics and anime. so they try to hook me up with any guy who likes comics and anime--which is almost the rest of the country's population of males. common interest is common interest, but that does not constitute to love. especially when the guy is short and of a bad stereotype. (i'll talk about that later...)
guys whom we keep in close contact with: this category of guys are picked because they are the only guys that we all know. they can't possibly matchmake me with some guy that only i know, can they?
here comes the sad part. all the guys who vaguely shown interest in me is in the "below 170" range. most of the guys whom the other 9 sisters tried to push me to are also in the "below 170" range. i'm a short but not frail girl. short guys just don't offer the sense of protection to me. i would, more often than not, feel obliged to protect them instead and i don't want that.
when i tried to bring that to the 9 sister's attention, they laughed and said that the more i want tall guys, the more i would end up with a short one. but i don't think my standards are unresonable, are they?
and as for the bad stereotype, i've never had a good impression of short fat guys with small beady eyes. discounting shortness in height--fat, i can accept; small beady eyes are ok but the combination of the 3 just reminds me of a jerk who tried to date me unsuccessful and went on to date a friend of mine many years ago. that story is too insanely stupid to recount so i'll leave this for another day. the bottom line is, that particular stereotype of guys i've encountered after the incident all turned out to be just like the jerk who dated a friend of mine many years ago as well. the 9 sisters obviously don't know of this story so i had the unfortunate fate of being paired with one such stereotype. oh the puke factor... -_-"
so, with this post, what i'm trying to shout out to the world is... please don't try to matchmake me anymore. guys whom you think is a good match with me normally isn't. i don't need your pity and i sure don't need your help. i'm sure i'm capable of finding my mr. right without all that pushing. look at what good matchmaking did to me, aye? it only annoyed me to no end and my marital status is still like my mattress: super single.
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