Tuesday, January 03, 2006  7:24 PM
The New Year 2006.
New Year. First day of school. I feel my heart palpitating already.
Talk about the worst way to usher in the New Year. The Sentosa Siloso beach party was $20 down the drain, and not a single cute guy to make up for it. The music was good before the clock struck twelve, and also when we were milling around trying to orientate ourselves. But by the time we made it into the foam dancefloor, it changed to head-pounding techno for the next two hours. Blame it on bad karma, whatever, but standing in line for forty-five minutes to get into the foam dancefloor and getting groped by surreptitious figures with roving fingers can really get you annoyed, pissed and disgusted at the below average-looking male population present that night. There was a massive overload of foreign Indian nationals who swarmed the entire place like bees, and they were mostly the ones pushing, fighting to get near the foam producer (whatever it's called) and doing the groping. I spent most of the time on the foam dancefloor staring around in horror at the scene.
And to the MTV VJ's hosting the event that night? Get a life. You're not twelve years old. Or, get voice surgery. You have successfully managed to burst my eardrums with all that screeching. The night only started to get better when we moved to Delifrance for a nice hot cup of cocoa and pastries. The music in the familiar bistro was heaven to our ears and we all figured that it would have been more enjoyable if the party had been held in Delifrance instead. New Year's Day was then spent in church attending two services, then returning home to sleep before watching "The Family Stone". I thoroughly enjoyed that movie, it left me all fuzzy and warm but yet a little depressed at the same time. I laughed at Sarah Jessica Parker's valiant attempts to please the Stone family and her awkward throat-clearing sessions, I cried when they portrayed such raw scenes of Diane Keaton's struggle with her sickness. The person in Nanyang Chronicle who gave it two stars obviously hasn't had a good Christmas in a long time.
Today marked the start of the second semester. It feels rather surreal, really. It seemed like just yesterday that it was six weeks ago and I was euphorically finishing up my last exam. Stepping into school this morning, I made a mental note to cross out several back-to-school outfits. I saw three girls wearing tops that I own! My heart literally sank. Jan and I have made a pact though - to be trendsetters, to create a style of our own, not to succumb to the brandedtshirt-jeans-shortskirt look that the entire world thinks highly fashionable. But I suppose, it's all in the course I'm doing. I probably would not have this problem if I had enrolled in engineering. Lectures were boring, Pieter Aquilia was funny with the super sarcastic air to her humour, Lee Wai Peng was simply annoying (Sabrina the teenage wiich! How was she ever a newscaster?!). Had a good catch-up with the usual people at our favourite nearby shopping mall - thank God for the fact that some things never change and for the plans to set up a dream tuition agency with the professional website with plenty of videos and rollovers.
What a start. I cannot imagine what tomorrow will bring.
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