Rag is eating my life. Haha. In a good way I guess. Although I miss just spending the day in the fat den (it's my study. My family decided to give me a room to contain my awesomeness.) and singing and quasi-dancing my way through the boredom of the day (Okay la, actually it was to contain the noise.). Good times good times. Best part is, the fat den has a big window that faces the windows of the neighbour's house, so I can share my singing slash dancing with them. But haven't had time to share the joy with them for so long already. So long that today, when I played my high school musical soundtrack to myself after rag, I MADE MISTAKES. Oh the horror. Must practice, must practice. Shame is not knowing all the parts to all the songs from high school musical. I feel like I fail as a person. My life is incomplete. Especially since cheryl keeps missing bits of rag rehearsals. FOR SHAME. Lol. Jkjk. Dear cheryl, please come for rag more. I have no friends whenever you leave. No one else understand all my rubbish. (Too sophisticated lah. LOL. Jk.) Haha. It's actually quite sad. You're the only one who laughs at my loser jokes. Naice. :D

Also I would like to say, I like to think I brought great pride and honour to the Nyam family by waking up early today to swim before going for rag. Start training for water polo already. Veh on. -.- As if. Anyways, ya, I swam 50 LAPS. Okay, granted my pool is a bit small but still divide by 2 and that's still well within the impressive zone. Good work me. Unfortunately I also ate macdonalds today for dinner with the raggers. Not so good work. I actually wasn't going to eat with jiankai and vince (By the way. Vince is the unfortunate soul whose shoulder I sit on to enter for the rag routine. It's not even both his shoulders. JUST ONE. Haha. AND AND at the end, he's one of the guy's whose leg I stand on also. So he has to bear my weight TWICE. Lucky lucky him. By the end of rag, confirm grow shorter.) Anyways, but I was really super hungry. I explained this to a very sympathetic jiankai and vince:

Jiankai: I thought you said you didn't want to eat?
Me: Ya, but I'm realy super hungry. Actually I'm always hungry. But today I'm really super super hungry.
Vince: *eyes widen in fear* You're always super hungry. That's very worrying for me to hear. Whatever goes into her, goes on top of me.

I was already starving from the late afternoon. I bought like 5 packets of wang wang from the vending machine in my desperation. Again, vince and his sympathetic responses:

Me: *to vince, offering him a wang wang* You want?
Vince: If I don't eat it, will you eat it?
Me: Yes.
Vince: *with the "oh no, more weight!" look in his eyes, grabs the wang wang quickly and eats it*

Haha. Poor vince. And poor zheng yu as well. I have to umbrella roll over him. Oodles of fun for him I'M SURE. Haha. The other day I landed weirdly on his back and I think I felt his back buckle. He was super nice about it but I'm pretty sure I'm slowly crushing his back. Bit. By. Bit. I'm really not made for grace. Haiz. I'm more of a macho water polo player, yo. WATER POLO FOR THE WIN. Yeah, man. Lol. For the record, I was never and am not a water polo player, I just joined because cheryl was strongly encouraging me to join with her (and I'm a damn good friend. Jkjk.). I really have no idea what I'm doing, so I just am going full out in my enthusiasm for the sport in the hopes that they'll still accept me based on brownie points awarded for effort. Smart right.

Water polo!!! Woot.

Yong neng and Bob both said they read my blog today! :D So popular ah. Naice. Haha. In celebration of the fact that my sister is no longer the sole reader and faithful follower of this blog, I'm reviving it. Yes, I hear the call of my fans screaming for more, and I will answer. Rejoice fans, revel in your joy.

At the matriculation fair today, I joined the NUS choir (or I took the flyer. Must audition. Don't joke, okay. I should audition with High School Musical songs. Blow their socks of by singing BOTH troy and gabriella's parts. Naice. Sure get in.), Radio and ready, WATER POLO. I was very encouraged by my ENTIRE family bursting out laughing when I did the big reveal about what I signed up for over dinner. I keep telling myself that I'm totally going to OWN at it in the hopes that my sense of self-belief will override my epic un-fitness and make me super atheletic suddenly.

Also, after dinner mum brought out these macarons and cupcakes. OMG. I was dancing while I was eating them. ESPECAILLY THE MACARONS. They're the most amazing and deliciously scrumptious macarons I've ever tasted. I didn't even get a chance to take a picture of them because I was TOO BUSY EATING THEM. I will think of them fondly with EVERY love song I ever hear from now on. YES. THEY ARE THAT GOOD. I kid you not. Seriously.When I took the first bite, I wanted to roll on the floor and hug the rest of it. They are very swoon worthy. If I had only $2 left in the world, I would a macaron (Ya, one cost $2. A lot of money to part with for a macaroon... UNTIL YOU PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTH. Then all you can think of is where you're gonna get another $2 SO YOU CAN BUY ANOTHER ONE.). I'm getting a macaron cake for my birthday, man.

Oh, and Happy Belated TWENTY-THIRD Birthday, Justyn! Every day you get older and wiser and more retarded. To quote joseph, "Have a blessed birthday. Thanks for being such a lousy leader." But we still love you lah, huh. :]

Whaa, such a good looking group of youngsters. Can't stand it.

My grandparents and I have good conversations in the car.

Poh poh: Did you watch Michael Jackson's Memorial the other day!??
Me: A little bit. Why?
Poh poh: Eh! Got a lot of celebrities that attended. Linal Richie.
Grandpa: LIONEL.
Poh poh. Lionel, lionel Richie. Mar- mar- what Car- something
Grandpa: Marie? Carrie is it? Marie Carrie?
Poh poh: Marah.
Grandpa: Maria.
Me: Mariah Carrie?
Both of them: YA.
Poh poh: And Macdonald.
Grandpa: Madonna.


Also, I feel the need to document dad's very witty moment the other day while andrea and I went to watch him operate. (As a disclaimer of sorts, at this point I should probably quickly explain that andrea's a third year med student back on holiday so my dad thought it would be good exposure for her to see so I just tagged along. I don't usually just randomly go into operations to stand in the way of everyone. Almost never actually. This was like only my thrid time or something like that in my life. One of the OT nurses thanked me profusely when I left because my dad seemed like in a super good mood today. I assume because I was visiting and was being quite impressed by his skills. So he was quite a proud bunny. But I thought it was quite funny that the nurse was sooooo thankful that he was in a good mood. LOL. Oh dad. What type of reputation have you created for yourself. Haiz. Nevermind. I still wuv you.)

Dad: (explains as he operates): You have to get on the right plane while cutting through the __(insert some technical anatomic term here). Otherwise it'll bleed. Plane, not like aeroplane

*Pause. At this point I'm like -.- Oh no dad. What type of joke is that. How wrong I was. Wait for it, wait for it...

Dad: but it's the same concept. Because if you get on the right plane, it'll take you home.

WHAA. I must say I was utterly and completely and fully and totally stunned by the random attack of witty-ness. High five dad. Even though I know you totally thought of that like agggggeeeesss ago and have probably been waiting for like months (possibly years. Haha.) to pull that line out naturally in the course of conversation. I KNOW. Don't pretend. I'm your daughter. I KNOW. Haha. But it's okay. It was like a profound statement disguised as a lame joke some more. Lol. Applause applause man. Really really very impressed. Good work dad. :D

I just watched He's Just Not That Into You Today. Hyperventilate, much. Hurray. I couldn't find the clips on youtube, so transcripts will just have to do.

Gigi: [Answering machine answers, Gigi's voice:] Or call my cell, or try me at work but definitely leave a message here first. Thanks!
Alex: Hey, Gigi. It's Alex, um, how's it going? [He starts to pace]
Alex: Uh, just wondering how you're doing. I haven't talked to you in a little while and, uh, just wondering how you're doing. [He sits on the couch]
Alex: So... I was hoping to talk to you... obviously. But you're out, I guess. So, just call me some time. Or tonight, uh, in around... uh, I'll be in around... that's, that's... not... now. It's Alex. Okay. [He hangs up the phone]
Tyrone: Dude.
Alex: [He looks down] I know.

Gigi: [opens the door, thinking it's Bill] Did you forget something?
Alex: Yeah...
Gigi: Really? What did you forget?
Alex: [pulls out a promotional pen from his pocket] This.
Gigi: So you came all the way here at 11 o' clock in the night to give me a promotional pen?
Alex: Yeah... Yeah, I did. I thought I would come up with some really great excuse to get over here. That's how it's done, right?
Gigi: [smiles] Sometimes.
Alex: Look, I can't stop thinking about you. I... It's a problem. I drive by your place; I call and hang up; I've turned into...
Gigi: Me.
Alex: Yeah.
Gigi: A wise person once told me that if a guy wants to be with a girl, he will make it happen, no matter what.
Alex: That's true.
Gigi: But when I was hurling my body onto yours, you did not seem to want to make it happen.
Alex: Okay, yeah, here's the thing about that... You were right. I'd gotten so used to keeping myself at a safe distance from all these women and having the power that, that I didn't know what it felt like when I actually fell for one of them... I didn't know.
Gigi: Look, I just went out with your friend Bill. He might be just exactly what I need. No drama, he calls; he does what he says...
Alex: [stepping closer] I can do that stuff too...
Gigi: But you didn't! And that same wise person told me that I'm the rule. That I have to stop thinking that every guy will change, that I have to stop thinking that...
Gigi: [Alex kisses her] [smiles]
Gigi: ... I'm the exception...
Alex: [whispers] You are *my* exception.
[they kiss again]

Sigh. I love it I love it. I am physically unable to watch a cheesy scene without melting and turning into a complete sap swooning over the fictional characters. Alex and Gigi are the best!

Mei: (playing with grandpa's phone) Why do you have someone called anwar in you phone?

Grandpa: He's one of the workers at our condominium. Anything I can call him to fix. There's also one fellow called faruk. You know, there was a King in ancient Egypt called faruk.

Mei: As in, in the Bible?

Grandpa: No, no. Real one.

Mei: The Bible is real!

It has been brought to my attention that instead of a normal ringing when people call me, my phone has 2 weeks of free "technotones" or some rubbish like that and so when people call me, they hear a man singing:

"Weee should alll beeee friennnnnds, weee should allll beeee friennnnnds..."

Which vaguely makes it sound like I'm trying to hint to the world (or the part of the world that can be bothered calling me anyways) that I'm friendless and that I'm trying to gather friends by winning their hearts over with song. High five. I think I sealed my one way ticket to loserville when I changed my message ring tone to the "Totally Spies" compact ring tone (if you have no idea what I'm talking about here, that's probably a good thing. It means you rank lowly on the gay-o-meter. Thumbs up.) and then changed by call ring tone to a... wait for it... rock version of the Harry Potter theme song. :D In my defence, I got both PLUS this techno jap song and a track where it's this hong kong guy rapping about his life over britney spears' "Toxic" music from Sarah Sim. Good work, sarah. Haha.

Darren's farewell steamboat lunch after church today. It was actually super super fun. Mei and I introduced everyone to 30 seconds (this game we found while holidaying in South Africa about a year and half ago. It's like the only decent board game we have in our house. It's either that or High School Musical Twister, or High School Musical Uno, or Bible Challenge which btw, has friggin UNANSWERABLE questions please. Haha. I kid you not. Luckily 30 seconds is like super fun so. Hurray.). Then after we played taboo. Both times I was in Philip group (whyyyyy....) and in keeping with the idea that a group is only as awesome as it's weakest link, we obviously decided to honour our weakest link. So our group was named "Philip and friends". Good job. Then after some of them stayed for dinner and we just laughed and laughed after that. I am going to have abs of steel dude. Haha.

And before I go, Yong En introduced me to

I LOVE IT!!!

Hamish and Andy still have my heart.

OOOOHHHH EEEMMMM GEEEEEEEEE.

Today while I was happily sitting around watching people do stunts at rag at btc (bukit timah campus of course. Get with the NUS lingo yo.) I got a bit bored so I took out my phone to play hold 'em poker (which I just discovered yesterday. I'm own at it. Last night I won $3000. High five.) and was thoroughly surprised to find a missed called AND a text since no one ever calls slash texts me. Haha. Full of joy and the thrill of anticipation, I checked to see who was trying to contact me (so popular) to find that it was... my mum.

HOWEVER. The text read:

"Hi. Pls call me when u can. NUS called. U got yr appeal! Wow!"

*cue inarticulate excited splutters and frantic, if random hand waving from me!!!!

Okay. Slightly gay. Compose yourself, dude.

Indeed. So ya. I got it. I got the appeal. Law and Life Science. Hurray. (See? I didn't even exclaimation point that. I am a very cool calm bunny.)

I just feel so incredibly blessed. This opportunity is reeally really God given. And I know it's going to be a vomit-inducing amount of work. But it's SCIENCE. I get to do science again. It's what I've always loved to do and what I will always love to do. And I truly thank God for it. Amazing, dude. I kept reading and people kept telling me that appeals rarely even get through. I was actually pretty much mentally accepting the idea of just doing law. But SCIENCE. SCIENCE!!! Seriously, by God's grace and God's grace alone. There's no way I got in myself. But it's soooo fantastic, man. Lol. AHHH. Praise God. He's blessed me so much already. Can't believe AGAIN. Another reminder of the random but completely awesome ways in which God works and how He works in fabulously incredible but unexpected ways. Haha. I love it. Means I never have to know what the heck I'm doing, as long as I'm listening to His directions.

I don't say it anywhere near as often as I should. But thanks Lord, you awesome dude, so so much. I'm super super blessed, please.

Just went for a swim (mainly out of desperate guilt from so spectacularly breaking away from my diet plan this afternoon), but it was creepy so I made mum just sit there beside the pool with me. Lol. New career suggestion from mum, in case law school doesn't work out:

Mum: "Wow, you could be like a spy. You held your breath for so long! And you were swimming so low, you didn't even create ripples!!!!"

Thanks mum. I love you muchly.

I also watched 17 again this afternoon (probably shouldn't say how since I'm in law school now). AHHH!!! I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT. It's so my new Mulan/She's The Man (as a general point of interest I can remember an incredible number of lines from those two movies in particular. Mainly because they're AWESOME.). Not as swoon worthy as Pride and Prejudice (to be honest, that's my favourite movie, but I have a macho facade to upkeep.) but still very cute. I like.

"Vampire wouldn't tell. Cyborg wouldn't know."

I can safely say that my diet is definitely failing miserably. 2 private training gym sessions and 1 rag session into the week, walk-disrupting pain has set itself into my legs. I kid you not. Such is my unfitness. I try to tell myself that God had to compromise something else in me (in my case, I've been blessed with utter and complete unfitness) because He made my awesome-o-meter like off the charts, but largely that doesn't really help the pain. But yes, the pain convinced me unfortunately to eat a large bowl of curry laksa and a scoop of icecream with a fried pineapple ring with treacle for dessert. It was a low point after lunch for me. Haiz. Maybe I'll go swim later. (Hah. Right. That's what I always say... then I go lie down and sleep.)

I forgot Joy Williams for while, but I was randomly listening to music as usual today and I suddenly remembered her. Her lyrics are super good, man.

Since I was posting songs, as a true blue broadway baby, I had to post at least one.

Or two.

John Tartaglia's voice is very swoon worthy.

And then I was feeling cheesy and mushy.

Sigh. Yay. I feel so happy now. Haha.