HAHA. claud, while moving, came upon a stack of primary 4 memories which she just shared with me and therefore made me waste about two hours. we had this thing called the Fun Agency back then, and we printed a stack of very colourful pieces of paper which the sentimental in each of us has preserved all these years. i must say, these sheets of paper are very pretty. liberal use of print shop deluxe by yours truly. i loved print shop deluxe. now claud's moved on to become the design maven.

first up: the Fun Agency List of Fun Things To Do (my 18-year-old self's comments in bold)
1. slumber parties (too much sweet valley)
2. pool parties (too much sweet valley)
3. meetings/hang-outs
4. lunch/tea/dinner parties
5. go places together (soo grown up!)
6. spend the day at someone's house (haha i remember having people over frequently, to listen to pop music and order pizza)
7. exchange gossip (HAHA. some things never change.)
8. celebration of festivals together
9. play pretend -- astronauts, sisters (how inventive. what happened to good ol' Doctor Doctor and Teacher Teacher)
10. collect things
11. play games
12. draw/paint/do craft
13. write stories (ashley whitlock -- a concept that will be explained further down) for fun
14. create codes
15. listen to music (yay, something decent!)
16. read (again with the decent!)
17. borrow each other's books - set up our own library. a week, a book. (and then i became all consumerist and starting buying every book under the sun instead of subscribing to the age-old concept of Borrowing.)
18. install each other's cd-roms (???? well, i remember borrowing that Caesar cd-rom from someone and playing it all day. i really enjoyed building things. a few years later i got addicted to the Sims line.)
19. teach the younger kids somethings (i assume this refers to the younger brothers/sisters? so altruistic -- nowadays i cringe at having to help the little brother)
20. put up magic shows.

now how many of those things did we actually get round to doing??
and clearly i began to dream about living out the quintessential girly american tv show, at the tender age of 9 or 10. i remember that i used to avidly watch that mary-kate and ashley show -- Two of a Kind or something. and now they're billionaires and i'm doing my A levels. ugh.

speaking of collecting things: i not only had the usual things like stickers and shells and badges (the badge thing continues in fact, though i still can't find the badges i had back then), but i also collected lists of the names of colours -- like psychadelic red/yellow/blue/green/pink, neon green/yellow/blue/red/pink, copper-sulphate blue (a concept that fascinated me), tangerine, teal, vermilion, all the colours in the crayon box, all the colours of my mother's lipsticks. i remember begging her to take me to the cosmetics counters in orchard so i could write down the names of the lipsticks and nailpolishes, because i earnestly believed that "new york city" and "vixen" were names of colours. ok actually the funny thing is that the whole colour obsession started in new york city itself -- atleast i remember sitting in my uncle's apartment when i was on vacation when i was around 9, and being bored because my brother was about 4 and i didn't have new york cousins yet, and sitting with a notebook and making lists of colours. anyway my mother, sadly, never did take me to the cosmetics counters to write down the names of colours. clearly she was aware that she was saddled with a freak child.

i believe that the members of this exclusive Fun Agency (what a name!) were myself, claudia, chit and jeanne. there was also a detective club that i was president of -- that was in primary 3 i think, and that consisted of myself, chit and rui min. omg. one of the mysteries involved figuring out why the eyes on the clown poster in the RGPS library always looked like they were following you. and i remember going into the library one day when it was really dark, and a book falling out of the shelf without my having touched it. that was mystery number 2. but it feels a little vague. i might have hallucinated it.

ok so ashley whitlock was our own version of nancy drew. and reading this stuff, it is HILARIOUS. first we have this whole lowdown on her and her family and her boyfriend, including blood group. we were too innocent to include vital statistics though! i believe claud intends to put some of this on her blog, but i'll do my own little recount here too.

ashley's eyes were aqua green, whatever that is
chestnut coloured hair, wavy
rose red lips
nose: slender
blood group O+ (and we must've been either fairly smart or just lazy, because her sister's got the same blood group)
dress: quite casual, detests ankle-length ball gowns, is BIT on the wild side (creativity), prefers jeans, skirts, or shorts to anythindg (sic) else. style is up-to-date and smart.
apparently she lived in "her father's ancestral mansion in las vegas, californïa" so our geographical awareness was clearly limited.
her sister joyce's nose: a mix of slender and snub.
her boyfriend's lips: flush pink, a pretty nice description if i do say so myself, though it might look a big better on a girl rather than a boy.
boyfriend's hobbies: adventures with ashley, going out with ashley, surfing, reading, eating pizza, going to mcdonald's with ashley, being with ashley.

aww.
oh and the boyfriend is a distant relative of ashley's maternal grandmother. hm.

so we had plans for two books, but we only barely wrote the first page of the first book. anyway the first book was supposed to involved ashley falling into the singapore river while trying to solve a case, being rescued by the boyfriend (daniel white) who is an FBI detective accompanying her on the care, and then falling in love with him. our sheet says of this bit, "this is a love 'scene'. this is the part they fall in love." very clearly spelled out, all this, but the plan only has the title of the book - Clue in the Lost Leather Shoe - but no plot is mentioned. also evidently we didn't know that FBI detectives don't really do cases outside the country, outside the country is CIA's job. my CIA fever hit later on, with Alias etc :)

second book: The Curse of the Egyptian Mummy (very original.)
again, no plot is mentioned, but all that is said is that Daniel is going to stop being a FBI guy and is going to study at Harvard instead, and "be with Ashley during free time and holidays". those were the days when i dreamed of going to harvard. i wonder when it became yale. so rory-like. except i haven't gotten into both harvard and yale and THEN had to make a choice. i had a friend who got into harvard and yale. she's in harvard now. i'm having lunch with her next week to ask her how to get into harvard and yale. except i'm not applying to harvard. anyway. this is hilarious, this sheet says "every book - some part MUST have ashley together with daniel, and if possible, joyce with bruce". joyce is ashley's sister and bruce is her boyfriend. description of bruce from first page of novel: "the rich and handsome Eurasian boy whom Joyce dated and had been trying to talk to, ever since the school year began. Bruce was the son of a wealthy Frenchman and his mother was the descendant of a Japanese emperor."

so Bruce is the abstract of all our boy-crazy fantasies, and apparently we were already aware that it is possible to date a person without talking to him. or maybe she used to date him but is no longer able to, because he's studying for a scholarship. HAHA. and joyce says, "No one who is anyone studies for scholarships! It's considered stupid!" TAKE THAT, PSC.

oh another sheet does have the plot for book 1: it's about the PM of singapore dying, and his ten-year-old son being next in line to the (dare i say it) throne. the PM's brother is jealous and wants to be PM so he kidnaps the kid, and ashley whitlock, for some reason, is assigned to the case although she's in the fantasy land of las vegas, california. oh apparently it's because ashley's motheris a doctor who's been treating the PM's son for a heart condition since he was born, and he knows ashley because he frequently visits the US for check-ups. therefore ashley comes to singapore to save him and falls into the singapore river and falls in love. the whole PM thing is uncannily Lee-dynastyish! so weird. although the PM at that time was Goh. and just the other day i was wondering whether sheng's dad is jealous that his brother gets to be PM and he doesn't.

it is all very humourous. i told claud that after As we must finish up these books.

so. after reading the stuff i wrote when i was ten years old, i decided to go back and read a little of my blog, from when i started it in july 2003. wow, bloggie, you're more than 2 years old! and you've undergone two name-changes since.

anyway, my first post says this:
"This blog is unlikely to be frequently updated, and anyway I'm not in the habit of posting my life's events in here, because frankly even in other people's blogs that fails to amuse me unless the people are really interesting or really fun to laugh at in their self-involvedness or ignorance of how inane their blogs happen to be. In any case, I am neither as egotistical nor as stupid as some, as to believe that the daily events of my life interest anybody. (Fine I could well compete in a competition for the most egotistical person in the world, but my egotism also tells me that I am too smart to delude myself that people will be interested in my life.) All this is, of course, assuming that people will read this blog. I'll have to do something about that."

can we say IRONY?!!