Okay, I am switching to blogger now… Hence, my new blog address http://www.wanzicaltheatrics.blogspot.com
If you happen to roam around and notice how terribly unartistic the whole blog is, forgive me, for this computer idiot is still learning how to use it. So, be patient, in due time it will look better. 
Today, I would like to talk about my friend, let’s call her Ms. X. She claims that reading my blog is like reading a history paper, as I blog about things that happened too long ago. Well, I will talk about something that happened just last week, since it pleases her if I blog about recent happenings.
Last Sunday, X, Y and Z went to Queensway for dinner and little bit of shopping. X, Y and Z stays in the West, but on that day, X wanted to meet up with some friends in the East. So X separated from Y and Z to take a bus there. Half an hour later, Z received an SMS from X:
"Ahh! I took the wrong bus and now I’m at NUH (West, very very near home)! Now waiting for the same bus in the opposite direction….:-["
Y and Z were cackling like mad people on the way back in the bus, and were trying to compose the best possible SMS. X carries with her a bus guide. A rather LARGE one, in fact, which leaves Y and Z puzzled that she could still take a wrong bus and ended up in the direct opposite direction where she was suppose to be headed.
Yeah, that was Sunday. On Saturday, X and Y visited Z in the hostel. X, in her haste to catch the shuttle bus, X forgotten about her bag which she conveniently left in Z’s room. In the bag was X’s ID which was needed to open the door of her room. So when Z sat down in front of the computer, her bum landed on something soft.
"Hmm… what’s this?"
She picked up the bag and examined it, and realized it was X’s bag.
Z sprinted all the way down the staircaseS and down the 80 steps leading to the bus stop. Half way through, she saw X sprinting up.
"Hello, forgotten something?" Z smirked.
"Ahh… sorry sorry! Thank you, thank you," X said, as she hung her head in shame.
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So, what’s the moral of the story?
Can anyone tell me?
*echoes of Y and Z’s cackling laughter still reverbrates across the room*
1600 first year undergrads in the Faculty of Engineering 2005/2006.
400 students in a lecture group D.
I couldn’t believe my eyes when I was lining up for QET (Qualifying English Test). In fact, I wasn’t even lining up. I was just trying to squeeze through masses of standing human bodies without feeling claustrophobic. There were SO many people there, in one Multi Purpose Sports Hall. I have not even counted the hall below us, let alone students from other faculties. Yeah, I know, I am a bit ‘jakun’. Macam katak di bawah tempurung.
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The Faculty of Engineering arranged for a Mathematics revision class for first years. Knowing that I have already regurgitated and disposed most of the stuff from A-Levels, I thought it would be wise to attend it.
When I arrived at the lecture theatre at 9.45am, it was already half full. At 10am, it was packed. The lecturer arrived and was scratching his head, overwhelmed by the overflow of students. At 10.15am, students were still pouring in, some resorted to sitting on the aisles, and even right in front of the screen.
It turns out that the faculty has forgotten one very important word: POLYTECHNIC. The class was meant for polytechnic students only. LT (Lecture Theatre) 27 can only accommodate 200, but on that day, who knows how many have walked in and tried to stay, despite the pleadings of the lecturer for non-polytechnic students to leave.
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I came down to Singapore a few weeks ago with my friend, Ivy to collect our matriculation package and take the Qualifying English Test. So, since we had free time on Tuesday, we decided to take a walk along Orchard Road, since we were told to have a set of formal clothes. Anyway, we were near the corner of Tangs when I realized she was no longer beside me. Looking back, I spotted her being harassed by a very wierd looking salesman.
"Okay, Wan Tze coming to the rescue," I muttered under my breath.
Approaching them, I observed the man’s attire; dark blue shorts and singlet, if I was not mistaken.
"Miss, very cheap only leh, come la. I have the best rate in Singapore…"
I nudged Ivy. "What’s up?"
The guy took one look at me and gasp in utter horror.
"Oh my God, your eyebrows so messy! Come leh, I do for you leh, cheap cheap only, S$10! You cannot find this kind of price in Singapore! Look (he pointed at a newspaper article of himself and an unknown celebrity), her eyebrows nice leh! You should reshape it… You should also go to my website www._________.net*," he said, with high speed and in one breath.
I was speechless at that moment, don’t know whether to slap him or laugh out loud. Ivy and I exchanged glances, and I stifled the urge to burst out into giggles.
"Er… it’s ok. No thanks…*giggle* *clears throat* really…"
He then directed his attention to Ivy.
"Miss you leh, your one also very messy leh, should go and trim it. What shape you want, I am really good. If you are not happy with it I can give you full refund."
"Ahah, errr… it’s ok. I can find some place cheaper."
"How cheap? Cannot be cheaper than my rate leh."
"Can find for RM5 leh. Thanks anyway, byeeee…"
We then quickened our pace, went round the other corner and burst out in laughter after we made sure he wasn’t looking.
Really, some people are just so rude! And WIERD…
*I won’t give the full url. Don’t want to give him too much publicity eh, after he think he is very popular…
Yes, that’s right. I finally decided on what to study already. No, I am not going to Australia nor Ireland. Nope, not doing Physiotherapy either, if you were earlier mislead by the newspapers.
I will be studying Bioengineering in the National University of Singapore. Yeah, I know, STRESS land. :p I will be busy these couple of weeks, so forgive me if I did not manage to catch up with you, or say goodbye. I will probably be back in December for mid-semester break, so you will never know I am gone!
Man, it’s just SO hard to leave Kuala Lumpur. I just love it here… it is extremely difficult to just packup and go in 2 weeks time.
This is just a quick update. More details will come when I finally settle down there.
That’s it folks.
Every other year, a bunch of students from DanceArt Ballet Academy will make a trip to Singaporeto catch the Singapore Dance Theatre in action. It was as if we were deprived and starved of ballet back home and we were going to the neighbouring island for our annual dosage of better quality artistry.
It was my third time visiting the Land of the Merlion, second time to watch a ballet. Actually, I was rather reluctant to go, due to my involvement in “The Christmas Post”. The musical was our church’s first big project, and I was the newsie’s coordinator. Ah, but such a coincidence, the ballet was running concurrently with the musical, and I bought the tickets already. So, off to Singapore I go.
2nd day of the trip
All the girls came back from Orchard road around 5 pm and started getting ready for THE big night. For some of us, it was our first time going to the theatre, not to mention a night performance. Could you imagine, the whole room was a mess, with girls queuing for the bathroom, some were hogging the mirror and putting on mascara, others were fighting for the hair dryer! Finally, at 7 pm, we all gathered at the hotel lobby, admiring each other’s hair and makeup. We snapped pictures with the Christmas tree while some of the other hotel guests were staring at us. Then all of us decided to proceed to the Kallang Theatre.
We spent quite some time waiting for a taxi, and when we finally got a taxi, they refused to take us there. In the end, around 7.45pm, Li Wen finally gave up and called her father’s friend/relative to help. Since there were seven of us, this kind Singaporean made 2 rounds from the hotel to Kallang Theatre. I was part of the first group to arrive at the theatre, just in time to hear the bells ringing, signaling the start of the ballet. We were contemplating whether to just go ahead and enter the hall, but we held back when we thought of the other girls’ feelings.
The rest arrived in time after the orchestra introduction, where latecomers could slowly tip toe to their seats. It was our first time watching a ballet accompanied by a live orchestra! And trust me, it makes all the difference compared to a CD recording.
Review:
Goh Choo San’s version of Romeo and Juliet stands out from the other versions mainly by the introduction of a character, danced by a woman who represents Fate. She is the force that brings the two lovers to each other and at the end of the ballet, she showed the two families what their hatred has brought to them. She was dressed in a somber charcoal unitard and face paint, mostly grey color, and I remembered clearly, Fate was played by Natalie Clarke who has beautiful courus. Her feet seemed to caress the floor as she floated across the stage… just like a spirit. Xia Hai Ying had the countenance of an innocent young woman, experiencing her first brush with love. The Singapore Symphonic Orchestra did a commendable job, under the baton of the experienced Lim Yau. The music seemed to swell when the couple’s love blossomed, very intricate when Juliet was “playing” the mandolin, and it rose to a deep, dangerous tone when Fate ran across the stage followed by a dark black curtain falling at the same time, sealing the fact that the lovers were doomed.
After the ballet, we stayed back for awhile to get some autographs, and then took more pictures of the garden outside the theatre. When we all decided to call it a night, we started our ritual; waving down taxis. However, it seemed that most of the taxis that night were on-call, or they refused point-blank to take us back to the hotel. We were so desperate we even considered flashing a bit of thigh to get one to stop (No, no, we DIDN’T do that, it just showed how desperate we were). It was getting really late, and if we were to hop on a bus to catch the MRT, the last train would have left already. So, we were stuck. AGAIN.
Because we were rather desperate, dear Li Wen had to call the kind Singaporean uncle, who willingly picked us up and made two trips back and forth to the hotel. I am indeed very grateful to him for his generosity. I mean, we disturbed him the whole night! *Feeling guilty* And this guy, he treated our situation with a no-prob-hop-in kinda attitude.
The next day, we reached KL around 9.30 pm, and boy, was I DESPERATE again. Desperate to watch ‘The Christmas Post’! My brother drove like a mad man to Flamingo, and I sprinted up the elevator to catch Chloe singing the last line, “… a little more Christmas, this Christmas…” and there she disappears through the revolving door. Argh! I always miss everything, right?
Food Tag!
My assignment from Mrs. Cheong:
1. What is your first memory of baking/cooking on your own?
I saw my friend doing it, so I thought to myself: Hey, why not try it at home? I heated up the pan, buttered two pieces of bread on both sides and let them sizzle on the pan. Then put sliced cheese on one and use the other to sandwich it. Let the cheese melt and then flip over so that they will really be stuck together as one. Voila! Something filling and delicious, most of all, cheesy to start the day before dragging myself to afternoon school.
2. Who had the most influence on your cooking?
My mom. Since she will be the one eating it, everything has to be less salt, less oil, less spice… sometimes I wonder whether my cooking is tasteless or not.
3. Do you have an old photo as “evidence” of an early exposure to the culinary world and would you like to share it?
No.
4. Mageirocophobia - do you suffer from any cooking phobia, a dish that makes your palms sweat?
I suffer from hot-oil-splatter-phobia. You know, the anxiety you get when waiting for the oil to heat up, how your fingers tremble when you are holding the bowl full of garlic/meat to fry, and then when you finally summon enough courage to dump the stuff in, the oil retaliate and stick needles into you.
5. What would be your most valued or used kitchen gadgets and/or what was the biggest let down?
The Sunkist knife with the red handle. It was a free gift I think, maybe 10 years old? But it’s still in great working condition, and it has been a faithful servant to the Wong household. Used it to slice hundreds of oranges, open packets of food, cut vegetables…
6. Name some funny or weird food combinations/dishes you really like - and probably no one else!
Mcdonalds sundae with French Fries… umm… and occasionally Mcdonalds milkshake with nuggets. That’s if I have enough to spare to buy the milkshake.
7. What are the three eatables or dishes you simply don’t want to live without?
Fettucine Marinara, Asam Laksa, and Pepperoni pizza with extra cheese! There’s more actually, but I can only think of these three at the moment.
8. Three quickies:
9. Who do you want most to cook you dinner?
Aunty Yoke! I heard raving reviews about her spaghetti carbonara… *wipes the drool from the corner of mouth*
And my own question that I would love to answer:
10. The best fried rice ever: Belacan Fried Rice served during Ivy and Brian’s wedding at the Concorde Hotel. I loved it!
Since I have to tag 3 other people as well, so here they are:
a) Ng Poh Lynn; my dear cousin
b) Chew Kin Yan; my school and A-Level buddy
c) Daniel Ng; since he is rather fond of food.
I came across this in my mailbox, and thought it was rather interesting. Ladies nowadays, are always complaining about how tough it is to find a good man, and yet at the same time they do not want to come across as setting too high a standard. I guess this will sort of enlighten people out there (men, if any of them is reading this low-traffic blog) about what some women look for in a man.
In a brief conversation, a man asked a woman he was pursuing the question " What kind of man are you looking for?"
She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in the eye and asking "Do you really want to know?"
Reluctantly, he said "Yes."
She began to expound…
"As a woman in this day and age, I am in a position to ask a man what he can do for me that I can’t do for myself. I pay my own bills. I take care of my household without the help of any man…or woman for that matter.
I am in the position to ask, "What can you bring to the table?" The man looked at her. Clearly he thought that she was referring to money.
She quickly corrected his thought and stated, "I am not referring to money.
"I need something more. I need a man who is striving for perfection in every aspect of life."
He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, and asked her to explain. She said, "I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection mentally because I need conversation and mental stimulation. I don’t need a simple minded man.
I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection spiritually because I don’t need to be unequally yoked… believers mixed with unbelievers is a recipe for disaster. I need a man who is striving for perfection financially because I don’t need a financial burden. I am looking for someone who is sensitive enough to understand what I go through as a woman, but strong enough to keep me grounded.
I am looking for someone who I can respect. In order to be submissive, I must respect him.
I cannot be submissive to a man who isn’t taking care of his business. I have no problem being submissive … he just has to be worthy. God made woman to be a help mate for man.
I can’t help a man if he can’t help himself.
When she finished her spill, she looked at him. He sat there with a puzzled look on his face.
He said, "You are asking a lot."
She replied, "I’m worth a lot."
Well, I am not a feminist, so women have their own fair share to do as well… but this is certainly informative!
| You Are 50% Normal (Somewhat Normal) |
 While some of your behavior is quite normal… Other things you do are downright strange You’ve got a little of your freak going on But you mostly keep your weirdness to yourself |
After attending the competition this year, and while preparing for my next trip to Singapore, I was reminded of a similar situation that happened about 2 years ago. Having won the Encouragement Award (which was like the 4th prize, kinda) I found two tickets to watch the Singapore Dance Theatre in my envelope. Naturally, I gave the other ticket to my beloved dance teacher, Mrs. Cheong to repay her for her dedication and sacrifice during practices. She booked NICE 2* bus tickets, and told me what time to be there. So, I made sure, I got my alarm set, went to sleep, and woke up feeling all cheerful and ready to go.
The sky was so blue, so nice… I wanted to lie in bed a little more, but I knew more time was needed to get ready. So, I went off to have a shower, and when I came out, my mother handed my handphone to me.
"Urgent!" she said.
I looked at her, my hair dripping wet.
"Hello?"
"Wan Tze, where are you now?" Mrs. C demanded. DEMANDED loudly.
"Uh, I just came out of the bathroom. Why?"
Silence on the other line.
"Do you know what time you have to be here or not? The bus is leaving now!!"
"Whaaattt??" I panicked, glance at the clock and read the time. 8 am. "But you said to be there at 9 am what?? It’s only 8 now."
"NOOOOOOO, I DIDN’T SAY THAT! I TOLD YOU 8 AM!" Mrs. C roared.
Oh man. Oh man… the sick panicky feeling was rising to my throat. I sat down… trying to comprehend the situation. My eyes were brimming with tears as I realized my mistake.
"Teacher, can tell them to wait ah?" I asked quietly, knowing the answer.
"I don’t know, I don’t think so! Anyway, please make sure you get another ticket ok? I will wait for you in the hotel. Ok, I have to go now. Go catch the next bus," she assured me.
I wanted to thump my head on the wall. What was I thinking? There I was, trying to swallow back my tears, rushing to dry my hair and dress, while my parents who were rudely jolted awake by the heated phonecall, grumbled under their breath as they rushed to send me to the station.
At the station.
"Excuse me, when is the next available bus leaving for Singapore?" I asked the counter.
"Oh, takde la, ini semua fully booked," he replied.
I was nearly in tears as I begged him, "Encik, tolonglah, saya perlu satu tiket sahaja. Tadi, saya terlepas bas pukul 8." I was desperately desperate. I could have went on my knees and continue begging him but suddenly…
"Kalau begitu, baiklah, kamu beli satu tiket dulu, kalau orang cancel booking, kamu boleh naik bas, ok? Kalau semua full kena tunggu next bus." I glanced at my mom. She stared hard at me.
"Don’t look at me. It’s all your fault. What to do, buy the ticket la."
My dad jumped into the conversation. "Boleh kejar tak bas itu? Mana mereka stop?"
The attendants shared some smirks among themselves and laughed. "Oh, mana boleh? Mereka tu, bawa agak laju."
9 a.m.
I was finally on my way to Singapore. Can you imagine, what havoc I went through during the past hour? Ugh… I checked my handphone and found 4 missed calls and messages, all timed before my conversation with teacher.
"Wan Tze, I am here already, where are you? Let me know ya." Tut. "Wan Tze, what time are you coming? The bus is here already." Tut. "WAN TZE, PLEASE CALL ME BACK SOON. I AM BOARDING THE BUS." Tut. "WAN TZE, WHERE ARE YOU NOW?"
Ok, no need to say, surely it was teacher. I gave her a call and told her what happened. I didn’t even realize the absurdity of my dad’s question, until teacher pointed it out to me. In my head, I imagined my dad pulling up side by side with the NICE 2 bus, with me flagging it to stop, while others just stare at us with suspicion, fearing we might be hijackers or something.
"Oh well, you’re missing out the best part of the ride. I am sitting upstairs, at the front seat! I can put both legs up and watch the journey," Mrs. C gleefully poked me.
Ouch. I felt that.
Oh well, I guess I learnt my lesson. The HARD way.
*Nice 2 bus, at that time was the first double decker bus in Malaysia. 1+2 seating arrangement, feels like you are seating in a business class section of an airplane. But now, so many bus companies already invested in a double decked bus, such as Plusliner, Konsortium, and the new company, Aeroline. Aeroline has a lounge at the lower deck, where it’s more of a living room setting. Nowadays, they imitated the airplane announcement… you know, with the "This is your captain speaking" stuff. Feels… wierd.*
