Back from the city centre
For the first time in dunno how many donkey weeks, I went out..and to the city!
In the morning was meeting with Winterburn. Had a chat with him. He was very friendly and nice to me as usual, and I wish I had been more casual in my chats with him. Knowing the fact that he's my subdean, I treated him with more of respect than anything else, hence, I didn't talk much. Got to write a letter to state that I'm going to be on leave of absence frm sch. Will do that tonight.
Then it was off to the city. I look like shit today no matter how I tried to hide it. So many red pimples on my face and I look like a goldfish too! So I was trying to keep my head as low as possible throughout the whole day. Didn't dare to look at me people much. Thank goodness I didn't bump into anyone I know on the streets. It would be so pai seh wouldnt it?
Bought a lot of things, but they r not for me *sigh*. That's the problem with me, I can never get anything for myself whenever I go shopping. I thought of buying something for myself so that I can feel slightly cheered up, but couldn't find any. Ok, actually I saw something. The colour's so sweet. It's a halter knitted top. I love it and it's not VERY expensive..affordable. But I think Jason won't like it if I wore that, so forget it.
So what did I buy? Here's the fun bit...not very fun lah actually..quite tiring..
Bought a nice beige handbag for Jason's mum..cheap sale at Dorothy Perkins :) Then bought this pimple cream which Mum said was good. I happen to see it, so I bought one for Jason. Bought this Clearasil pad for cleaning the face and lip gloss for myself ("ok, can I treat that as my present?" "of course u can, michelle" *grinz*). Recently too many pimples, I must try to rid them. I dont want to be disfigured..I'm ugly enuff. I also bought a photo clip for Lemon. Next, I went to ALL the shops in the city to hunt for shirts..except to TopMan cos their clothes look gay. Practically all those 'fashionable' shops here in UK sells GAY clothes, which I absolutely dread. Not the look I want from Jason manz...so ugly. Wanting people to think he's gay should NEVER happen. Finally, I settled for a long sleeve white tee from Timberland for him and a FCUK tee for my bro. Both were on sale, even though still counted expensive. But it's from my months of savings, so it's ok lah..dun so ji jiao can le..
And for my parents, I got them a pill box each from the Welsh gift shop. Unique I would say. Hope it will help them remember to take their pills, especially Dad. He's fond of forgetting them and the medicine he's taking can't be taken lightly. Warned him so many times, but he always forgets them. Oh yes, and lastly was Jason's bro. I had so much trouble hunting for a present for him. So I ended up buying a keychain. Very ordinary hor? I feel so guilty manz.
Rewarding myself for finishing my abstract of my project, I decided to watch a movie. I went alone of course. Watched a movie which will never be shown in sg, not because it's RA, but because sgporeans will sleep in it. But I enjoyed it from the start to the end. It was in a language which I couldn't understand. I was relying on the subtitles.
The title's "The Story of the Weeping Camel". It's a film..more like a documentary actually...which is showing this white colt who is being taken care of by the Mongolian nomads in the Gobi Desert. The nomads led a very simple life, but very happy. They meet everyday, help each other, have meals together, basically do everything together. I was envious of them. How could these people, who are so deprived, actually lead such a carefree and happy life? It made me feel that wealth isn't that important to everyone, and how materialistic the people in the modern cities are. I feel ashamed of being included in this category after watching the film. I was thinking about how I would feel if I were born in such a family. Would I be a happier girl? I probably wouldn't have so much worries. They are isolated from so many, yet you could see from their faces that what they had were things they felt were sufficient for them. Take a look at their clothes, their blankets, their bowls, everything! If we had those things in such a condition, we would have thrown them out of our house, but no, these people possessed them and treated them like how we treat our priced possessions. Their clothes reminded me of those Mum used as rags. But these kids didn't mind one bit at all. Their meals consisted of porridge only. There must be a serious problem with nutrition in such areas. But the Mongolians were all rosy and chubby. How are they able to do that?
There was this little boy in the show. He's so intelligent and cute. Very vocal as well. Because the whole film is about the real life of these people and the white colt, I believe that there were no scripts at all for this film. It didn't seem like acting anyway. Talking abt this little boy, he was so excited about TV and computer games. When he went to the "city centre" of the desert with his elder brother, they made short stops at various villages for a drink and just to send regards to them from his family. There was this family which owned a TV. It was funny. There was a gigantic satellite outside the house and they had to adjust it just to gain a clear vision on the black box. The little Mongolian kids were enjoying themselves so much even when the colour on the screen was terrible. It felt like as if the TVs were older than me...it's that bad. And these kids had games too. They played with little "rocks", and even play "mama store" together. One kid will ask another "Is your shop open yet?" and if it is, he will look at the stuffs displayed and ask for the things he want. The stuffs were cute to them, but for us, we will think it's worth to go into the rubbish bin. They were playing with empty cans, empty bottles, old soft toys, old clocks, and any old stuff which definitely belonged to someone else and donated them away. In modern cities, kids had "fake cash" to play trading, but for them, it was torn pieces of paper..just like the pieces when we tear up some paper. There was no standard shape or size, yet those brought them joy. And the amazing thing is, these kids can ride camels! The little boy I mentioned look like he's just 7 or 8, but he was able to convince his family that he's old enough to ride a camel and go to the city with his elder brother. I was shocked when he really sat on the camel and rode off into the stormy desert. The way the brothers talked were cute too. One can sense the kind of brotherhood they shared. The elder one was taking great care of him, pouring him water and giving him food when they were resting. The younger one, being the inquisitive little boy, asked his elder a question...
Younger: "I want to buy a TV. Let's get it ok?"
Elder: "It's going to cost the family 20-30 sheeps"
Younger: "I'm sure we have more than that.."
Elder: "But we will need electrical supply for the TV to work. That might just cost us the whole flock!"
The younger didn't mind at all. He just happily rode off to the city with his brother. Imagine what would have happened if this occurred to some city kid? You probably start hearing wails and screams, with the little ones insisting on their ways and embarrassing their parents in public on the spot. That's how "disciplined" we are.
Anyway, I think I digressed too much. It was suppose to be the camel I'm gonna talk abt..sheesh. Ok, what happened was, this brown camel had labour difficulty, and after 2 days of labour, finally, the nomads had to interfere and help with her delivery. The young was a white colt, instead of being brown (Hmm..what did the camel do...hahahhaa *evil tots*). The mother refused to acknowlege the young, and hence, refused to feed him or to coax him when he was born. She just left him alone, but maybe it's a natural instinct that the young knows who their mother is. This white colt, although weak, kept trying to go near to the mother, but the mother just kept moving away. This happened for a long time, and the poor colt was slowly getting weaker as it's been going hungry. The nomads then decided to help by milking the camel and feed the colt with it, or tie the mother's leg up and force the colt to go suck her milk. However, this can't be a long term practice, and the colt actually cried when the mother left him. The director actually did a close up on the eyes, and you could see the tears rolling. Animals do have feelings too. They know what is love.
The nomads felt very sad for the young colt, and decided to hold a Hoos ritual, which is said to help bond the mother and child together I think. So they got a violinist to perform the ritual and oh my was I amazed. It worked. The mother camel was crying when the nomad sang to her with the violinist playing in the background. I couldn't understand a word, but the fact that the mother camel cried..does it mean she actually can understand the language the nomads were speaking?
The ending was sweet, with the mother loving and feeding the colt. I gave a smile at the end of the show.
Geez, this entry is long. Feeling a bit sleepy at the moment. Eyes very dry. Maybe I'll go close my eyes a little.
Hope Jason goes back to hostel soon. Pageant preview at Zouk..gosh. Zouk wor..sigh. Shall wait for him...wanna show him his tee...hope he will feel happy n excited to see me later..*prays hard*
In the morning was meeting with Winterburn. Had a chat with him. He was very friendly and nice to me as usual, and I wish I had been more casual in my chats with him. Knowing the fact that he's my subdean, I treated him with more of respect than anything else, hence, I didn't talk much. Got to write a letter to state that I'm going to be on leave of absence frm sch. Will do that tonight.
Then it was off to the city. I look like shit today no matter how I tried to hide it. So many red pimples on my face and I look like a goldfish too! So I was trying to keep my head as low as possible throughout the whole day. Didn't dare to look at me people much. Thank goodness I didn't bump into anyone I know on the streets. It would be so pai seh wouldnt it?
Bought a lot of things, but they r not for me *sigh*. That's the problem with me, I can never get anything for myself whenever I go shopping. I thought of buying something for myself so that I can feel slightly cheered up, but couldn't find any. Ok, actually I saw something. The colour's so sweet. It's a halter knitted top. I love it and it's not VERY expensive..affordable. But I think Jason won't like it if I wore that, so forget it.
So what did I buy? Here's the fun bit...not very fun lah actually..quite tiring..
Bought a nice beige handbag for Jason's mum..cheap sale at Dorothy Perkins :) Then bought this pimple cream which Mum said was good. I happen to see it, so I bought one for Jason. Bought this Clearasil pad for cleaning the face and lip gloss for myself ("ok, can I treat that as my present?" "of course u can, michelle" *grinz*). Recently too many pimples, I must try to rid them. I dont want to be disfigured..I'm ugly enuff. I also bought a photo clip for Lemon. Next, I went to ALL the shops in the city to hunt for shirts..except to TopMan cos their clothes look gay. Practically all those 'fashionable' shops here in UK sells GAY clothes, which I absolutely dread. Not the look I want from Jason manz...so ugly. Wanting people to think he's gay should NEVER happen. Finally, I settled for a long sleeve white tee from Timberland for him and a FCUK tee for my bro. Both were on sale, even though still counted expensive. But it's from my months of savings, so it's ok lah..dun so ji jiao can le..
And for my parents, I got them a pill box each from the Welsh gift shop. Unique I would say. Hope it will help them remember to take their pills, especially Dad. He's fond of forgetting them and the medicine he's taking can't be taken lightly. Warned him so many times, but he always forgets them. Oh yes, and lastly was Jason's bro. I had so much trouble hunting for a present for him. So I ended up buying a keychain. Very ordinary hor? I feel so guilty manz.
Rewarding myself for finishing my abstract of my project, I decided to watch a movie. I went alone of course. Watched a movie which will never be shown in sg, not because it's RA, but because sgporeans will sleep in it. But I enjoyed it from the start to the end. It was in a language which I couldn't understand. I was relying on the subtitles.
The title's "The Story of the Weeping Camel". It's a film..more like a documentary actually...which is showing this white colt who is being taken care of by the Mongolian nomads in the Gobi Desert. The nomads led a very simple life, but very happy. They meet everyday, help each other, have meals together, basically do everything together. I was envious of them. How could these people, who are so deprived, actually lead such a carefree and happy life? It made me feel that wealth isn't that important to everyone, and how materialistic the people in the modern cities are. I feel ashamed of being included in this category after watching the film. I was thinking about how I would feel if I were born in such a family. Would I be a happier girl? I probably wouldn't have so much worries. They are isolated from so many, yet you could see from their faces that what they had were things they felt were sufficient for them. Take a look at their clothes, their blankets, their bowls, everything! If we had those things in such a condition, we would have thrown them out of our house, but no, these people possessed them and treated them like how we treat our priced possessions. Their clothes reminded me of those Mum used as rags. But these kids didn't mind one bit at all. Their meals consisted of porridge only. There must be a serious problem with nutrition in such areas. But the Mongolians were all rosy and chubby. How are they able to do that?
There was this little boy in the show. He's so intelligent and cute. Very vocal as well. Because the whole film is about the real life of these people and the white colt, I believe that there were no scripts at all for this film. It didn't seem like acting anyway. Talking abt this little boy, he was so excited about TV and computer games. When he went to the "city centre" of the desert with his elder brother, they made short stops at various villages for a drink and just to send regards to them from his family. There was this family which owned a TV. It was funny. There was a gigantic satellite outside the house and they had to adjust it just to gain a clear vision on the black box. The little Mongolian kids were enjoying themselves so much even when the colour on the screen was terrible. It felt like as if the TVs were older than me...it's that bad. And these kids had games too. They played with little "rocks", and even play "mama store" together. One kid will ask another "Is your shop open yet?" and if it is, he will look at the stuffs displayed and ask for the things he want. The stuffs were cute to them, but for us, we will think it's worth to go into the rubbish bin. They were playing with empty cans, empty bottles, old soft toys, old clocks, and any old stuff which definitely belonged to someone else and donated them away. In modern cities, kids had "fake cash" to play trading, but for them, it was torn pieces of paper..just like the pieces when we tear up some paper. There was no standard shape or size, yet those brought them joy. And the amazing thing is, these kids can ride camels! The little boy I mentioned look like he's just 7 or 8, but he was able to convince his family that he's old enough to ride a camel and go to the city with his elder brother. I was shocked when he really sat on the camel and rode off into the stormy desert. The way the brothers talked were cute too. One can sense the kind of brotherhood they shared. The elder one was taking great care of him, pouring him water and giving him food when they were resting. The younger one, being the inquisitive little boy, asked his elder a question...
Younger: "I want to buy a TV. Let's get it ok?"
Elder: "It's going to cost the family 20-30 sheeps"
Younger: "I'm sure we have more than that.."
Elder: "But we will need electrical supply for the TV to work. That might just cost us the whole flock!"
The younger didn't mind at all. He just happily rode off to the city with his brother. Imagine what would have happened if this occurred to some city kid? You probably start hearing wails and screams, with the little ones insisting on their ways and embarrassing their parents in public on the spot. That's how "disciplined" we are.
Anyway, I think I digressed too much. It was suppose to be the camel I'm gonna talk abt..sheesh. Ok, what happened was, this brown camel had labour difficulty, and after 2 days of labour, finally, the nomads had to interfere and help with her delivery. The young was a white colt, instead of being brown (Hmm..what did the camel do...hahahhaa *evil tots*). The mother refused to acknowlege the young, and hence, refused to feed him or to coax him when he was born. She just left him alone, but maybe it's a natural instinct that the young knows who their mother is. This white colt, although weak, kept trying to go near to the mother, but the mother just kept moving away. This happened for a long time, and the poor colt was slowly getting weaker as it's been going hungry. The nomads then decided to help by milking the camel and feed the colt with it, or tie the mother's leg up and force the colt to go suck her milk. However, this can't be a long term practice, and the colt actually cried when the mother left him. The director actually did a close up on the eyes, and you could see the tears rolling. Animals do have feelings too. They know what is love.
The nomads felt very sad for the young colt, and decided to hold a Hoos ritual, which is said to help bond the mother and child together I think. So they got a violinist to perform the ritual and oh my was I amazed. It worked. The mother camel was crying when the nomad sang to her with the violinist playing in the background. I couldn't understand a word, but the fact that the mother camel cried..does it mean she actually can understand the language the nomads were speaking?
The ending was sweet, with the mother loving and feeding the colt. I gave a smile at the end of the show.
Geez, this entry is long. Feeling a bit sleepy at the moment. Eyes very dry. Maybe I'll go close my eyes a little.
Hope Jason goes back to hostel soon. Pageant preview at Zouk..gosh. Zouk wor..sigh. Shall wait for him...wanna show him his tee...hope he will feel happy n excited to see me later..*prays hard*
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