When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
Siren's Song
Thursday, January 15, 2004
I have an important reference book with me now. It holds the key to my argument as to whether the sexy, red, protruding, everted human lips have evolved to mimic our genital regions. BUT, there is just one problem. The entire book is in Chinese. All available copies of the title in my world-class uni are in Chinese. The only order for an English copy got cancelled by the library. Hallelujah. Zit bai see liaoz.
9:45 PM
The list of things I have to do seems to be growing. Aikes... things to pass to people, things to collect from people. Forms to fill in, claims to make, and notes to print. Yet I dropped all my obligations to mass mail a picture of a cute lil' thing I found at Lower Peirce Reservoir Casuarina Walk to any email I could lay my hands on. It's so cute, I just have to do it. Sometimes it takes reminders like rainbows and fancy caterpillars to keep us believing that the world is indeed beautiful. It is, I swear by it.
Today is an "okay" day I guess, having its fair share of ups and downs. The bottle of Vegemite on my top shelf fell down for no reason and hit my precious lappie right smack in her middle. Ouch. My laptop screen is flickering now and I am just that lil' bit worried. That is bad. I had to wrestle with a duck in the lab and it ended up pooping all over my practical protocol. That is very bad. Pui. But I finally received news from a certain agency I do not particularly like with regards to my claims for all the application and registration fees which amount up to like 500 bucks. That is hm.. half good. Because that means a lot of work has to be put into filling up those pesky forms and digging out old receipts (erms what receipts if they haven't issued any?) and mailing them to that agency. Double pui. Also I have to do some messy accounting at home and I don't particularly like working with money. Even though it is totally essential for my survival, I still do not like banking stuff. So that's another half good and half bad. Triple puis.
Lab coats here, lab coats there, lab coats everywhere. I lent my lab coat to a friend, and silly me didn't realize that I have a pract which does need a lab coat today and ended up having to borrow one for myself from another friend. Damn dumb right? As a result, I walked in late for a lecture and the Prof jokingly asked me - the latecomer- to make coffee for him. He's one cute old man. He makes me laugh, and he inspires me to read his reference materials even though there're like tonnes of them. I have to remember to return the lab coat to my friend tomorrow. Aikes.
More things to collect. Speaking of that I still have two boxes of contact lenses and two bottles of cleaning solution left uncollected in the shop. Pui. Shall grab them along my way home after lecture tomorrow. Now what else have I got left which I haven't collected or returned? Aiyah, still gotta buy a USB cable for my newly bought printer. Multiple puis. I haven't heard of printers not providing the USB cord together with the printer. This one blahdee doesn't. And I have to get one myself. Aikes. Good things don't come cheap I guess, and cheap things don't come good. I hope I get the correct one tomorrow man. Oh yar, gotta collect the head piece set from that cute vendor tomorrow too. Kaoz. My brain feels overloaded already.
Even then, amidst all the pui-ey incidents that happened today, I really did enjoy a two-hour long conversation I had with two girl friends in the canteen. We were bitching about everything under the sun, not that we're bitching about anyone else, but we really did talk a lot about the silly things we did during exchange and how screwed up our academic lives are. We even went back to talking about health checks in Primary schools and how imbecilic dental and medical nurses can get. A friend of one of my friends actually didn't know that she/he was taking a blood test in P6, and of course he/she didn't know what As and Bs and Os are. So he/she forgot and he/she just made up some letter to satisfy that intimidating mee-see that loomed over him/her ominously. It's one kind amusing, yet it's one kind dangerous for the person involved. I mean, touch wood la, but WHAT IF? It so happened that our names on our ICs are one kind screwed up because we just said OK to everything and anything those obasans suggested(?) that we make changes to in the process of making our identity cards. Wah raoz. Primary school days. Damn gong.
I met a lot of other people as the day went by. A lot of interaction. It felt weird really, after one month of hiatus from the hustle and bustle of campus life. So many of my friends are graduating after this sem, it's scary. And yes, I do get reminded that a 0.11 drop in CAP is really a huge plunge. Don't ask me how I'm gonna pull it up. I don't. As the semesters go by it gets harder and harder to pull anything up. Yet somehow, the slippery slope gets ever more slippery and the tendency of one sliding now increases. Shalala. Pui.
Jeez, I typed for forty minutes already? I'm not going for my run tonight. Sighs.
7:41 PM
