new life, nine lives

i almost teared during the opening speech at convo today, and after the ceremony was officially closed and the balloons released there were really tears in my eyes and i turned to shake hands with the 2 girls on either side of me, both whom i've seen before in class but never really spoken to. what can i say i'm just a really sensitive girl. ha ha. as well as a rather unsociable one, judging by the few pictures that i took and with people that i wasn't even very close to. but i got one with the econs batch anyway, as well as a rather embarrassing situation.

there was this big debate as to whether we should throw our mortar boards (those black hats) for a picture when someone remarked that it'd be difficult to get them back after the picture was taken so we'd just go through the motions of throwing them. like seconds before the picture was actually taken someone shouted '1, 2, 3, THROW!' and i don't know why but i really ripped the mortar board off my head, pulling the pins securing it down as well, and flung it so high up!

and that's when i realised that nobody else did that, everyone was still hanging onto their hats. and at that exact moment, a voice (that i clearly recognised as lloyd's) went "wahlau! na yi ge idiot zhen de qu diu! gey gey er yi la!" which translates to - wahlau, who is the stupid idiot who really threw the hat! we're supposed to pretend only la! and of course on top of that i had to throw it diagonally so i really didn't know where it was because it just started raining and everyone was rushing inside and so ther i was, frantically looking for the hat. and i was so embarrassed i lied that someone took my hat and threw it away as a joke instead... and then i found it like 5-10 minutes later lying on the FLOOR ok i had to go and pick it up so paiseh, then everyone'd know that i was the idiot tsk.

my dad took us for lunch at the Bar and Billiard Room at Raffles Hotel after that which was rather disappointing because it cost way too much for what little variety they had - everything was just rich food. little arty portions of goose liver, raw squid and something, lobsters, oysters, heaps of sashimi, chi chi potato soup (that tasted like too watery instant mash), ham with rock melons soaked in port etc you know, the rich food that doesn't really taste fantastic but is just popular and widely craved because it's associated with richness. sometimes the high class don't know what they're missing by never going to a hdb zhi ca stall.

after another lousy attempt at a run with kaif that ended up as a walk back at siglap we were walking out to beer garden when my super big ears picked up the sound of mewing coming from...above. ther's definitely a cat in the tree we were standing under but i just couldn't see it and suddenly realised that maybe it wasn't a cat but a scary-you-know-what, but luckily kaif could hear it too. then he saw it and it was a greyish-black cat stuck in the tree! that's abt the most authentically american thing i've ever seen in singapore, save for the absence of a fire engine. which we didn't need because kaif went to climb the tree to rescue the cat!

this isn't a small tree. it was at least 5 metres and the cat was even further up and not some big fish sort of tree that had big broad strong branches. i think it was some relative of a damn weeping willow man. but he managed to lodge his feet in this fork in the trunk abt 3m up and grab the poor cat who was mewing and mewing so pitifully and scared-ly. halfway through this bunch of stupid angmohs who probbaly had nothing better to do but go to Blooie's to drink their stupid lives away walked by and commented that what we really needed was a rifle to shoot the cat down.

the poor little cat was so terrified of heights and getting down it just dug its claw into kaif's hands and clung onto so tightly to his arm when he was trying to 'hand it down' to my outstretched arms but once it was on the ground it started licking itself, coughing a bit, and then rolled all over and started loving us and rubbing itself all over us for saving it. what a hero kaif is! the tree really looked like it was going to break since as we know, he is not the world's lightest being. i'm so glad he wasn't like one of those damn angmohs or one of those boys who think that liking cats is a sissy thing to do. i bet a lot of macho-wannabes would probably have said that it deserved to be there and called it a pussy thinking that it'd a funny word or something. but the cat really looked and sounded so thankful to be back on ground and i really felt like we, ok he, saved it. i hope it remembers us and helps us if either one of us ever needs help, like say, we're getting mugged on the long walk in, it could then like pounce on the mugger and start biting and scratching it.



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