who says we can't all be happy? :)

Wednesday, August 31, 2005

This morning i woke up late for my 8 o'clock lecture and hurriedly grabbed my contact lenses and eye-drops and attempted to squish them in.

Oooooouuuucccchhhhhhhh.

In my early morning grogginess, I managed to mistake my bottle of eyedrops for an equally little bottle of the antiseptic stuff they give you when pierce your ears, and nicely dripped that into my eye instead.

Let me reiterate.
Ooooouuucccchhhhhhhhhh.

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Tuesday, August 30, 2005

The following note was found taped to the water boiler thingie in our cluster

(By water boiler I'm referring to those tall things that you plug in, dump water into and boil it, and then gives you nice warm water a while later when you squash down the top.)

Hi, a quite unpleasant thing has happened in our cluster - the water boiler has been used by someone to cook an egg. If it is not from our cluster then we need to investigate this person's identity. Please identify yourself if you are the person, thanks!

And a very traumatised Jiechun sits us down and tells us how she awoke to a strange smelling water boiler producing odd coloured, gooey water. Note, we're not even talking about a hard boiled, unshelled egg here, which might have at least have made a little sense and possibly been a little less gross. Someone actually broke an egg into the water boiling device with full knowledge of the difference between suitable egg-cooking pots and water boiler, and left it

An act of incredible stupidity, or else sabotage. No one as yet has owned up (who would, my darlings) and now we're all scared to death of using things in the kitchen.

On a slighter merrier note, Aileen and I made ourselves pasta and banana walnut muffins for dinner, and managed to feed jae szehan and brandon as well. It was well received, thank you

My paper plane for my tech module flight crash on its test flight, landed in the locked and therefore inaccessible balcony on the basement and is lost to me forever.

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i just can't put it in words but I'm glad you understand

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Sunday, August 28, 2005

Something of a minor miracle just took place a couple days ago.

It’s got to do with the chronicles of Lynnette’s ever missing Houdini of a wallet.

So I’m nicely trundling along the Arts canteen with Ann trying to get my lunch when I realize that hey, my wallet isn’t with me. After poking around my bag a bit I decide that since I haven’t yet had the sense of utter dread that usually hits when I know for sure I’ve properly lost something, the mostly likely explanation was that I had left it in my room since
1) I hadn’t seen it since the night before
2) I was sure I had brought it back, and
3) I had left in a huge hurry seeing as I was late

and so I borrowed 5 bucks and conveniently left it.

More wandering around in search of food…we end up standing in line at the Chinese rice stall. It gets to my turn and just when I dig out Ann’s 5 bucks and start to pay I see my matric card staring at me from behind the glass counter. I was like, utter shock and disbelief and before I could react to the spectacle the guy at the counter asks me if I know the person in the card. I was like, speechless and just about managed to pull the card off the counter. (The Chinese stall uncle didn’t believe it was me. I blame the extremely rebonded hair)

Uncle says: This one your friend meh?
Me: This one is me, actually

After which Uncle gives a huge frown of disbelief and the reaches into a hidden drawer and pulls out a very familiar looking white wallet.

this morning you got come here issit why you anyhow leave your wallet you know I ask all the people if they got know you or not then luckily I found you if not then you very suay must go make new ic blah blah blah

Spoken in a mishmash of singlish Chinese and English, quote unquote Uncle, whom I profusely thank and offer to buy a drink for (it was refused with a blush. so cute). And so I trundle off again, brimming with gratitude and wonder. Ann pokes me and tells me that I’m too luck for my own good. Hell, she,s right and I’m not complaining.

So wonderfully coincidental. It’s a little thing, yes, but it does feel as if some goodly benevolent beings keep watch over the everyday goings on in our little universe. Like guardian angels. Or something. It’s a nice thing to believe in, in any case.

To top it off I came home checked my mail and found 2 emails from random strangers telling me to pick up my matric card from the stall just in case I didn’t get to find out myself. Thank you Charles Chew Chong Yau and Ong Ting Yi for the effort I totally appreciate it. Really.

And its so nice to find concrete and firsthand evidence for believing in the inherent goodness of mankind.

I’m dramatizing a little, but I’m happy and that’s good enough reason.

Ps to self: To think that just a day before this I had announced proudly to my EnglishLit tutorial class that I had lost my wallet 15 times in 2 years and gotten in back the first 14, all the while feeling smug and pleased with myself for not having lost it again since. ha. Don’t tempt fate. She enjoys making you squirm.

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Its about you and that’s all that matters

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Tuesday, August 23, 2005

I never thought i'd say this...but life is getting just a wee bit out of hand. When the big things get overwhelming we lok to the little things for comfort, and then we realize that we're just deluding ourselves, that the little things we think make us happy are more or less temporary forms of escapism and that sooner or later life is going to catch up with us and reel us in.

And then what?

Give me a reason.

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Saturday, August 20, 2005

I’m too busy to even blog, even though life has been pretty much interestingly filled.

Lit lectures are fun, if a little overwhelming. English is friendly hasn’t yet hit the stage where I feel compelled to hang onto the lecture’s every word. Like Brandon says, it has a very Introductory feel to it.

I sleep through econs, or to be precise spend a large part of it doodling with kath on notepaper. Its just as well the lecture sequences correspond to the work I’m doing with this guy I’m giving econs tuition to. Otherwise I’d get no economics 1101E into my head whatsoever.

USP modules are challenging to say the least. In one we tear apart Darwin and use such words as
- visual imagery
- analogy and symbolism
- metaphorical writing
and last but not least,
- the Great Tree of Life.
Intruiging stuff. However I have an essay due in something like a week and I have zilch idea how to write it. I’m having a hard time figuring out what I’m supposed to write about. I don’t want to be the nth person turning in something about the Great Tree Of Life. to quote Andrew Leng…”I wood not do it.”

And all this amidst night after late night spent in someone’s room or another, talking. Amusingly, that’s what I seem to have spent the majority of my free post-midnight time doing, yakking to aileen or jae or sze han or some random permutation of the three. How nice and typically hostel-ish.

I have terribly panda-like eyebags.

And I want books!

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