Yesterday, Joy, Joey, Andrew and I ended up eating 250ml of Venezia ice cream EACH at Simply Bread. I blame Joey. He talked us into getting two 500ml take-away tubs. Cookies and cream, Rum and Raisin, Tiramisu and Mango Alfonso. No chocolate as Andrew is allergic to cocoa. Poor boy.

Some pictures taken on my crummy VGA phone camera.

ice cream!!


look ma, more ice cream! Andrew looks happy!


here, have your ice cream and eat it too!


Lina getting high on coke.. or something.

Upon returning to school, Joy and I found ourselves wondering if ice cream or rum makes Joey a helpful boy. Lol.

Today, I watched The Killing Fields in the library while trying to kill time. Based on a true story, it's an intensely emotional film that follows New York Times correspondent (in Cambodia), Sydney Schanberg, and his local guide guide/translator, Dith Pran, during the Pol Pot's "Year Zero" ethnic cleansing that saw the death of over 3 million Cambodians, no less of a Holocaust than Hitler's extermination of the Jews. Dith Pran's walk through what is known as the Valley of Death reminded me of that scene in Hotel Rwanda that featured Paul Rusesabagina getting off his van to find himself surrounded by bodies that just seemed to stretch on forever.

"We must be like the ox, and have no thought, except for the Party. And have no love, but for the Angka. People starve, but we must not grow food. We must honor the comrade children, whose minds are not corrupted by the past." -Dith Pran (in his journal while imprisoned in a concentration camp)

I found the last sentence particularly disturbing. I remember a scene in which a girl who looked about eleven, ordered the removal of a Khmer Rouge prisoner from the padi field in which he was working, and seemed to relish the act of suffocating him with a plastic bag.

What drives some people to such cruelty and madness I will probably never comprehend.

:/

After that, Joy and I went down to City Hall and bummed around at the Leonidas Cafe at Raffles City while waiting for the RTRC-University of South Australia degree talk at 6.30.

Subsequently, we decided to go have dinner at this Chinese restaurant in Bras Basar Complex which was recommended by Joy's friend -- Tian Jin Restaurant or something like that. (I'm no good with chinese names.) Northern Chinese cuisine, it is. It looked quite dubious and the staff kept speaking rapidly to us in Mandarin, but the food was above average and reasonably priced. The steamed buns were good.

The degree talk was rather helpful for the both of us.. for different reasons. For Joy, it's now a serious option for further studies, but it's pretty much got me set on pursuing a degree in psychology. Heh.

I say it's been a pretty great week. :)