Drama Mama

jam session on campus

I’m into my 2nd week of the school term and I already have an assignment due 3 weeks later. Haha.. Apart from the pig shit cheap assortment of readily available (junk and non-junk) food choices littered all over campus, I don’t have much else to look forward to.

Instead, an endless stream of drama prevails.

Chicken Rice and the Yong Tau Foo! $2/each!

the insanely cheap noodles @ $1.30!
and the FRESHLY cooked, super crisp peanut butter waffle $1

Initially, I had thought that the school environment would bring a lot of excitement and joy.
Instead, school has brought an uncanny array of disturbing mix of Rambo-Korean Drama minus the good skin.

People just love to quarrel.

Of course I enjoy the process of studying. There’s Bio, which brings back wonderful YKJ and T Tan, my loopy course coordinator, amongst other interesting ‘specimens’ in the form of ad hoc lecturers.

sooooooo cute!
and super smart

Consisting of 48 students from all over the island, my class is made up of a melting pot of people from all walks of life. We have drama queens (with me at the top of the list), fashion divas, cam whores, eager beavers and those that look as though they prefer to haunt the shadows at night.

in class

Seeing Saz always alone in a corner, I invited Saz to hang out. Though sometimes she craps about her relationships from yonder years, I felt bad when she confided that she doesn’t eat during break because she doesn’t know her way around. Sad eh?

There are many more like her.

Being a mature student is not easy. I guess it’s easier when you look like a student. But when you obviously do not fit into that mould, then life gets a lot harder. People mistake you for a lecturer, or someone else's mom.

And with a large group of women (and only 2 males), you can be sure of an estrogen tsunami. Though most of my classmates don't bother each other and try to mingle, there are still people that prefer to stick within their own circle.

With repeated drama sparking a slew of never ending scream fests, its getting harder and harder to control my emotions.

Rage is extremely difficult to control.

What used to be a slow burn I can snuff out, explodes in a snap. It’s so bad I can feel myself turning violent. The best solution I can think of now is to avoid such blardy situations.

On the home front, life’s ok. Gremlin’s having his exams and revision’s underway. Hopefully he can pass. Though through time, I’ve learnt that its wise to not have undue expectations. Haha.. As long as I’ve done my part, I have the courage to say it’s alright.

I can live with it.

Right now, I'm looking forward to Sharon Lee's return in Dec. This round, Berji will also be popping by mid Dec so it'll be awfully nice to finally meet him!

Food Fest

Today, we decided to venture down Raffles and have lunch at the insanely congested Market Street Food Centre right next to the Golden Shoe carpark. We arrived right smack at lunch time so most stalls already had snaking queues.

Pushing through an ocean of office workers and using our noses (and the queues as a deli-index) we shorlisted a few stalls to try before deciding the claypot over on the 3rd floor. And my goodness, what esctasy that was! Even Stick Insect's hooked! She looooves the Claypot!

Claypot fried mee sua @$4
this is really super!!

Claypot chicken rice @$4
much MUCH much better then chinatown's

Nanyang Old Coffee's Iced tea and Milo
@$1.20/each
the taste is average, only comes packaged nicely

We also saw some mobile adverts outside the MRT station. Quite silly don't you think?

Then we popped by Lido to watch "Cloudy with a chance of meatballs" in 3D, costing $10/tix. The movie is chock full of silly antics with the usual underlying morals highly suitable for children and adults alike.

And I spent the evening making some cards to express a little thanks to the people that have guided and selflessly protected us through all this while.

Updates

Last week brought on a series of activities to fulfill. Firstly, we had to attend the orientation over in school, where we met our soon-to-be lecturer in-charge and course mates.

Strolling back into school brought fond memories as the regular convenience stores and cheap food loomed into horizon. I also noticed many renovation and new additions in the food department as the central court gave way to new stalls and pushcarts.

We managed to spot a few familiar faces amongst the sea of people over in the lecture hall along which brought whispers of gossip as people eyeballed each other’s dress sense and shoulders parading branded bags.

Students looked trendier compared to the past, as they strutted about in tediously styled locks and micro mini dresses, more becoming in the streets of Orchard rather then in campus. If they put in half the effort of dressing up in their studies, I bet they’d all be able to attain merits!

In the evening, we went to our company’s annual dinner and dance. Our table, determined to rebel against this year’s theme of rainbow colors, wore mostly black.

Once again, the food was mediocre. And like clockwork tradition, we pimped out the merlion! This time with strands of jellyfish hair and half a cherry tomato. Quite reggae don’t you think?

The highlight of the evening must have been the emcee blatantly announcing a particular senior ward manager as “aunty” repeatedly as she vied to win the hula hoop contest. Decked out in a skin tight chilli red dress showing off all the wrong curves, I felt my eyes explode into flames as her paunch gyrated to the music.

my eyes! oh.. how they burn!

We even had MJ and a tranny!

and Cheers to the people who made it all special..

The finale!