Or at least something to that effect... I sort of casually suggested to my father that we get wireless in our house (so as to finally be able to connect to the internet on my laptop when i was at home, cos being the low-tech person that i am, i had no clue how to connect this cable with that, and configure this to that and all that other confusing stuff), and somehow, when all was said and done, it came together with a new modem, cpu, keyboard and mouse. So actually now my home computer consists of rather eclectic mix of old greyish stuff (monitor, printer and speakers) and new cool black stuff (the rest). Looks very interesting...
So anyway, this is the first post i'm typing on my laptop while at home *big wide grin* (actually, only symbolically, cos since my laptop is now on low batt, and i'm trying to only charge it only when i am at school so as to make my school fees worth every cent - so the laptop is rather merely participating vicariously in the writing of this post through my home desktop)
Today, being national day and all, really felt like a saturday. I had tuition in the morning, which was put off from last saturday, which only served to increase the saturday feeling. Today i had to smoke my way through an explanation of atoms and molecules, which for some strange reason, is now taught at the sec one level... Imagine me trying to explain stuff like proton number, cations vs anions, Na+ and Cl-... There was even one brief point when i forgot what molecules are in the first place...
Went to Parkway after that to eat lunch with Daniel V at pastamania. Ordered the al funghi (side note: how unappetising it must sound for people to order it at the counter as "fuhn-guy", which is why i prefer to attempt a more Italian-sounding pronunciation like "foon-gee"). There was a distinctly saturday feel about the whole place, how easy to forget that there's school tomorrow...
For dinner, i followed my parents to a prayer for national day cum dinner thingy at the Hollandse Club. (I always like to go to these posh ang moh clubs for some reason) The food was quite ok, there was a buffet of barbequed meats, along with other stuff like a supposedly katong-standard laksa (which i didn't try owing to the generous helping of prawns topping each pre-prepared bowl) One strange dish that they had was this otah that strangely took on an almost radioactive yellow colour, obviously they put way too much kunyit (tumeric) in it. What was even worse, it tasted much like (i am serious here) breathmints. It had a very menthol taste to it, almost like i could use it to brush my teeth...
One interesting thing happened though. It was while they were airing the ndp (which i don't have the slightest interest in watching, not in the least due to not wanting to catch the silly ndp song and the even sillier accompanying dance (which i hear is called, so creatively, 'dance number 40'), or even worse, catching the premiere of 'shooting stars' once the parade ended *shudders*. Anyways, they were playing the national anthem, when some people asked, "shouldn't we be standing up?". So then around half of the diners, be they locals, Dutch, or whoever else, stood up. But of course that also meant that half the diners also remained seated throughout the song... I was stationed in Thailand for a month while i was still in the army, and they played the Thai national anthem in the army camp i was in without fail twice a day, at 8am and at 6pm. If ever we failed to stand up and remain silent while it was being played that would have been the end of us... Of course, in the cosy confines of the Hollandse Club, no such rules apply...
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