Estranged Friendship of 17 years
It is one month away till International Day of the Deaf dinner which is gonna be a very big and retro (the theme of the dinner is 50s'.) 50th anniversary event at Copthorne Hotel. My gut feelings tell me that my good friend of 17 years will be there. Sad to say that we have been estranged for 1 year of wondering if he still hates me brutally for betraying his trust (un-intentionally). We haven't spoken a single word and seen each other during one year of hiatus. It is gonna be a blood-stained battle when we cross on each other's paths again at the dinner. Revised the possible scenarios of how I should behave when I see him. I will pretend not to see him, turn my eyes away from him, and strut past him. Second scenario - Crack a faint smile and say "how are you?". Third scenario - Spots me and stares draggers at me. Despite imagining all wild scenarios, it hasn't equipped me for the crisis well, I feel.
Nostalgic FriendshipOur friendship of 17 years started from the day one of school when a new boy came into my classroom and was shocked to see us, kids gesticulating in sign language. He was from another school, transferred to my school when he was discovered to be so slow in his studies. He dun know sign language yet. I was the queen of the class. It is like Ah Lian leader with a gang of girls at her command. Except that my hair is not coloured loud, only plain and natural black and there are no super-mini skirt, PVC white boots and yellow luminous top in my wardrobe. I thought that it is cool to poke fun at him. Commanded my classmates to make his life miserable like blocking his way when he was copying down from the blackboard.
Always disturbing him during lessons. He nearly flunked his exams because of me. I was always bugging him to watch night programmes for me when he was supposed to be studying. We were terribly weak in studies that our teacher dragged our feet for remedials on even days if my memory is not wrong. We hate remedials that I conspired with him to trick our teacher into thinking that time had moved faster on our watches so we could go home earlier.
These years saw us through the times when he taught me that a baby is conceived through kissing on lips, and that Dr Martens is a branded shoes, visited him when he mutilated his leg ( he never visit me when I broke my toe last year.), and shared his suspicions with me that our classmate played a prank on my telephone number to test if my number is right. I was there when he broke out in 2-weeks' chicken pox, and yet had to go to school to do his O levels exams in this polka-dot condition. I was there when he smoked, dressed Blueberry Polo t-shirt and Valentio jeans very Ah Beng and fought with others ( gonna fight...but nothing happened.) I was
not (yes, it is not a typo. It is written "Not" accurately!) there when he solemnised his marriage with his wife, I have yet to meet her, last year.
Discovery of My FeelingsWe were so close in our junior school till we went to same high school, and the close proximity between us became distant. We had our own stuffs/people to play with. My eyes were busy looking at other guys. :-P So did his spectacled eyes on girls. But still it didn't stop me from smiling blushingly for no reasons whenever I see him. People look at me with ??? on their face, thinking that most possibly my sane brain cells have became screwbolts. Their super-radar eyes can see that I am fond of him. Feeling so embarrassed and shy, I did not know what to do and kept quiet abt it. Anyway he knew that I was very crazy abt other guys, and I suppose he was assured that he was "safe" from me.
My Silly Smile
Next time, when you see my silly smile upon the sight of him, it is not because I am fond of him. I am just too happy to see him. After all, he is my good friend who roped me in his conspiracy to fool the teacher in primary school.
Gyrate Your Hips
Lady Salsa
I just finished my salsa beginners' 1 course of gyrating my hips, and swirling my body with guys' palms - which I have been taking for the past few weeks - with my friends. Fell in love with this kind of design of shoes worn by professional salsa dancers as you can see in the pix, and I have been keeping a look out for this shoes every time I go into shoe store - Charles Keith, DMK, X:odus, Bata. Some heels are too tall. Some dun have my size. Some cuttings are too ugly for me. Arrghh...
To understand better abt salsa, I went to watch the flamboyant show, Lady Salsa with my friend at Victoria Hall last Tue evening. Was very fantasized by their sexy and girlish costumes and their energetic dancing. Wish that I can go up on the stage and revel in dancing with them. I am a performing star at heart.
My Indian Crushee Called Me "Ellen"
I noticed that more male eyes looked at me for the 3rd time since I rebonded my hair straight and smooth. It reminded me of my Indian crushee when I was in sec school.
He stared at me.
He grinned at me.
He blocked my way.
He spied on me and collected little bits of info from others that I am a nice girl. Sure enough for him to conjecture, to play safe, that me, a hostile-looking girl, will not bite him up and asked me for my name.
Maybe my name, Tan Keng Yong(it sounds like a boy's name,rite.) is hard for him to pronounce, so he gave me Indian-sounding name, Jasmine but I dun like it. It reminds me of tiny white flowers which Indians use for their worship of religion, Hindus. He proposed a few common names which I dun fancy, and finally Ellen. Still dun like this name (it reminds me of Paris brand, Elle.) but felt sorry for him. So I let him off on names-rattling mission and let him call me Ellen as he wishes.
I was mystified why he likes me, a Chinese girl. There are plenty of pretty Indian girls around. Moreover, my classmate whom I used to be close to, is better-looking than me. So I wondered why not her. I shared my thoughts with people, and they couldn't answer my qn.
After school, he would tackle soccer with deafie guys. My good friend said "See, he mixes with the deafies."
He recited me a few pukey lines. Cannot remember throughly.
I dream of you. You are like a goddess to me!!!
I felt so disgusted when he called me his girl. Oh my goodness, it is not true!!!
His stares got on my nerves. I told him abt it and he stopped.
Nothing new interesting antics from him and he had given up on me. Not Ellen anymore but Jorena!
Gong Xi Ca Fai!
2 more days till the peak season of harvesting ang pows, and pineapple tarts, bak kwa (barbecued pork), love letters, prawn rolls cropping more fats on our bodies, and watering our thirst with Marigold chrysanthemum tea.
Aunts have nothing to do better than to provoke us singles, poor us, with annoying questions "
Are you married? Do you have a bf/gf? When are you settling down?" It goes on forever.....
New-born infants wailing for mummies, and little hyperactive cousins, nieces, nephews running around and trying to catch them, and enthusiastic uncles and aunties exercising their addicted hands on chinese tiles, mahjong for hours!
So familiar is the traditional scene of happenings in homes during Chinese New Year.
Me, so blissful to stay away from my inquisitive aunts abt my status - single? married?. They are not in Singapore but in Penang where they came out from my mom's mom's womb. They are my mom's sisters. My dad have no siblings so every year Chinese New Year is a very quiet affair for us.
As usual, rot away my Chinese New Year at home munching on pineapple tarts gleefully, icqing and msning. No relatives to prowl for ang pows in Singapore. *pout*
Pampered My Hair
Feeling an urge to do something to my ugly and out-of-shape hair, I decided to go to The Scene, Wisma Atria for rebonding, to pamper myself. Maybe Chinese New Year is coming in a few days and I need a new look on Jorena's face.
My stylist, Raymond said that the ends of my hair were broken and had to be snapped off at least 1/2 inch. Actually I was hoping to continue growing long hair but looking at this pathetic condition - very dry and wiry ends, it had to go. Sitting there for 4 not-so-comfortable hours and waited for white chemicals to straighten my hair! Looked ard and see what hairstylists are doing to ladies' hair. Next to me was a plump lady having her hair being dyed and toes pedicured at the same time. So cool! I watched a man stylist massaging his customer's nape while washing his hair with foamy shampoo. So good! His customer must be enjoying the feel of his fingers kneading his nape.
Finally it was my turn to be attended by Raymond's assistant, I assume. She washed the white chemicals away, blow-dried my hair, straightened with iron-flat, applied 15-mins leave-in conditioner, washed again, blow-dried again and lastly cut by Raymond.
The results : My new look is too flat for my big face! Never mind, at least, Jorena have a new straight-hair look, and you are not looking at thick and wavy unruly hair for next 6 mths anymore. Hahahaha!
Oh yes, please dun let my cost-conscious-for-value dad know that I spent $249 including 5% gst for this. :-P
6th Jan 2005 - Updates
Post-Effects : No freedom to tie up my hair for next few weeks!!!
Joke - Haircuts
Got this joke from
http://www.crosswalk.com/fun/humor/.
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[ Let's listen in to two conversations on haircuts...women first.]
A Woman's Conversation About a Haircut:
Oh! That's so cute!
Do you think so? I wasn't sure when she was gave me the mirror. I mean, you don't think it's too fluffy looking?
Oh goodness no! No, it's perfect. I'd love to get my hair cut like that, but I think my face is too wide. I'm pretty much stuck with this stuff I think.
Are you serious? I think your face is adorable. And you could easily get one of those layer cuts that would look so cute I think. I was actually going to do that except that I was afraid it would accent my long neck.
Oh, that's funny! I would love to have your neck! Anything to take attention away from this two-by-four I have for a shoulder line.
Are you kidding? I know girls that would love to have your shoulders. Everything drapes so well on you. I mean, look at my arms. See how short they are? If I had your shoulders I could get clothes to fit me so much easier. (etc, add nauseam) .... okay, now for the men..
A Man's Conversation About a Haircut:
Haircut?
Yep.
