slip of the tongue

sometimes the most harmless statements can be amusingly insulting. if you are not sure if you will end up insulting someone, err on the side of caution. instead of making a remark, pose a question. while i was setting the table for dinner last night, i saw my friend brought out a dish from the kitchen. not knowing that its going to hurt her ego, i asked unassumingly...

"is that egg? "

demand

Salut !

As-tu un binôme de projet ?

Si non, je voudrais bien le faire avec toi. veux-tu te mettre avec moi ?

Vincent

oh yeah. i'm in demand.

rain

I listened to the soft platter of the raindrops against the roof, whilst watching the downward streaks of water distort the images into multidimensions.To the untrained eye - it's water diffracting light. To my artistic eye - it's cubism in motion. Rain must have inspired Picasso just like how rain inspires me.

The sky was enveloped by a gloomy grey hue. The ominous clouds had gathered so rapidly that i can't believe the sky was blue and beautiful just a while ago. I remembered 2 friends of mine who would jump, run, splash water and play in the rain. Rain seemed to have washed away all their inhibitions. Those 2 chummy buddies totally let their hair down and thew caution into the wind. Wholeheartedly believing that lightning will only strike tall objects, which is technically correct. But those 2 vertically challenged cuties have forgotten that I am standing under shelter, so in the open beach they are the tallest objects.

They are having so much fun that i am wonder when did i lose this ability to do as i wish. i have forgotten how to have fun. or have i been held back by the logical mind that weighs the risk of peunomia and flu against the a impulsive streak. do i like the thought that i'm warm and dry while everyone else is cold and wet?

now, i will allow myself to enjoy the rain from the wamth and comfot of my room. separated by a window. when did i lose this innocence and take my first step into maniacal cynicism?

i remembered tt i signed up to play the big bad wolf and not the cuddly grandma-made teddy bear during the kindergarten role play.. damn maybe im born a cynic.

continual assessment

i peeked into my mail box and saw the pink slip staring back at me. other pink slips tell us which lessons to skip in the coming week, which day we would get to see our beautiful marketing professor and if we get to spend the precious Friday afternoons and evenings with our favorite lab partner. People, who like to complicate life by giving names to everything, calls this pink slip a timetable. I must have a pretty messed up brain, cos i find it easier to associate things with their physical appearance rather than its primary function; so i called it the pink slip. hmmm maybe this would shed some insight about me to people who wonder why i call them piggy or bunny. anyway, this particular pink slip in my mail box now is more interesting. it tells us long more do we have to suffer before the end of our exams. in another 2weeks, i would be sitting for another round of exams..

"the pink slip" - cj

did i mentioned that i just had my last series of exams was less than 2mths ago? *gosh* i must have forgotten. 2mths must have been such a long time ago.. damn.

my first hailstorm

The sky is blue and clear, the temperature is cool but comfortable. Small flowers start blooming and speckling the green pasture with small patches of white. It seems like the good weather is going to whole for the week. Yesterday, out of a sudden, it blew a hailstorm and temperature took a sharp dive as small bits of ice bounced noisily off window panes. People ran for shelter as the darkness of the night hid the icy projectiles. I stood in darkness in safety of my rooms and looked out of the window. I read the hidden signs and make a dash to my laptop. There it was blinking in front of my eyes. "You have got mail." I held my breath and read the contents. the nus delegation is coming and would like to meet you on Thursday at 1200hrs..the keepers are coming.

i'm looking forward to it. people should disassociate gloomy weather with bad news.

penance

by getting quietly angry, im abusing myself and indirectly hurting the people around me. so i seek penace by talking to God..

ur online confession box.

sinful people. this is your chance. type in french if you want.

displaced

Living on a plateau, long school hours, limited bus services, during weekends; i seldom get to go out very often. I feel that good group dynamics within a clique is sometimes enough to compensate for the limited social circle here. That had worked well enough since my first day here.. until a week ago.. now im feel out of place walking with 2 couples in a group of 5.

"its time to widen my social circle."