the official second day of loafing. yet i m different afraid to ask how long it ll last. for i might, just the next min, be whisked off to a terrible six months of enslavement. is it better to busy yourself to death or issit better to be on the constant worry abt what to do next? i seriously dunno.

when alone, everything tt you eva wanted to do becomes boring. i.e. you just dun haf the energy to do anything, to go anywhere. yet i dragged myself up to go cycling in the morning. it was lonely, nothing much greeted me but the birds fishing along the canals and the fish forever struggling to swim upstream.
but i discovered something new again. this choa chu kang park that had new exciting signs like: Beware of Falling Durians. okie maybe i m slow, but i d neva seen a sign liddat in any park i ve been to. and i ventured into this little forest clearing nad saw a little girl and her mom sitting there staring into the sky (umm no, actually they were looking at the durians hanging above). the mom told me that she waited for as long as three to four days (with breaks i suppose)before having a windfall (or a durianfall. okie i know it's not funny. perhaps someone cld do a story on Rediscovering Singapore. amidst my terrific boredom, there are a lot of funny little episodes that i witness everyday.

Conversing Silently With Myself
Today i discovered three new things:

1.i think in English, not Chinese.

2.there's a stall at the woodlands hawker centre near the causeway, that sells delicious nasi lemak. (on par with changi village)

3.a lot of pple fish at the kranji reservoir but i din c any catch. *puzzled

well, today i went cycling with my dad all the way to kranji reservoir. it was tiring...i hope i wun get those nasty cramps tonight. it was a good day for cycling, cloudy, with a bit of wind, yet the rain never came. a lot of pple were fishing there, but they din seem to have caught much. :O hmmm...i want to go fishing (or rather i want to learn how to), but i have no fishing kaki :(
next we cycled further down to the sungei buloh area. visited a huge nursery *yawn, and visited an lfs *yawn. nth very interesting except that they reared some big carnivorous fish which they call alligator fish. oh well, it looks like an XXL version of a gar you see in normal aquarium. but they look scary when the owner threw them bits of fresh prawn and they snapped it up with their jaws, really look like alligator then. pretty interesting. maybe someone shld do a story on exotic pets that singaporeans keep. dunno if that ll get plenty of pple in trouble :P

first day after exams. bored bored bored.

The illogicality of medicine dosage and the world of Adrian Mole.
been reading too much Adrian Mole, cannot help it, it's just so funny. just finished the Wilderness Years, now abt to reread the Cappuccino Years. i just can't imitate the style of Mole's diary writing, but here's a weak attempt:

Query: why do medicine tablets come in wholes when they want you to take half a tablet at a time? i had a difficult time cutting my tablet for nausea into half so much so that i forgot about my nausea while i was at it.

a fever
having a fever is a strange experience. your mind is lucid; you walk around with a barely perceptible sense of who you are and what you want to do. you just want to drop dead for a moment and wake up somewhere else. you are haunted by nightmares you thought you already expelled from the innermost realms of your mind. you think of the strangest things; everything around you is warped, spinning, ebbing, flowing. you dream of the strangest things.
maybe a fever fuses the control switch in our brain and unleashes a torrential flood of weird imaginations.

sick and miserable and alone.
the bouts of sharp pain in my abdomen is killing me, dun tell mi it's gastric flu again...
haiz.... :_(

In the Mood for "Love", the quest for the "Ring"
borrowed three books today, cldn't resist borrowing Love in the Time of Cholera again. also laid my hands on Lord of the Rings (finally can see it on the shelf). started to do a mental count of the books i read last sem. sounds pathetic, but books gimme the most solace in times of loneliness, depression and boredom. at least it takes my mind away from my current predicament, however temporarily, transports me to another world.
some of the books i read during the last break:

One Man's Bible (Gao Xing Jian)
A Leap of Love (Catherine Lim)
Bitter Grounds
Kitchen (Banana Yashimoto)
One Hundred Years of Solitude (Gabriel Garcia Marquez)

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watched a program featuring the sights and sounds of London. actually the emphasis was on the beer culture there (the program was commissioned by a beer manufactured by an animal with black skin with yellow stripes). Other than beer (which i hate, esp that brand), London looks like an interesting place. they also managed to film david blane in his little glass box above thames. (kinda reminds me of the Great Glass Elevator) maybe they feed him beer instead of water so he can survive so many days without food ha. one question that bothered me: why is a hen party called a hen party and a stag party called a stag party. sounds so crude :P can't it be something more elegant-sounding? woah when i think hen party i imagine a grp of loud raucous women. tsk tsk.

life without the internet is disconcerting to say the least. actually it's closer to DEVASTATING. I spent the last two hours trying to fix my faulty internet connection again. luckily i finally realised what setp i din take to reinstall the whole thing, or i ll really panic and be maniacally depressed. actually it's not like i use the internet a lot. it's just the thought of it beign there and i cannot use it, that DRIVES ME CRAZY. :(

SO...today i realised, furniture and home furnishings AND MOST human beans have something in common. Today a quick walk around Ikea after lunch revealed Rosalinda curtains, Nick folding chairs, Franklin bar stools, Jeremy cushion covers etc etc. and not forgetting my sofa at home is called Julie or Jasmine or some other name that starts with the letter J. should i refer to my sofa as she? okie okie i know they are brand names. but its kinda funny. dunno why they have such HUMAN brand names for furnitures and furnishings stuff, wonder who came up with the trend. imagine snippets of conversation like: "how do you like my new Julie?", "oh that's a nice Jeremy, where did you get that?" or "I'm bring Rosalinda to the laudromat, she badly needs a wash." hahaha. why? why? why? obviously you dun get people who have names like Canon, Panasonic, Burberrys and Polka? maybe you do, but that's another story :P

is it too early to talk abt this? last night i had a dream. this morning, i m decided. i want a Holga for my birthday present!

I m inspired by the numerous testimonies i read of people written by their frens. i think it is really quite difficult to write a testimony for a close fren. I m writing this about a jc classmate of mine whom i did not know very well at all.
despite the fact that i did not know much abt S, i would think that it is not very difficult for everyone to like this guy at first sight. cos he is always smiling when u see him, i dunno which normal person can take a look at him and not take an immediate liking. i rem a very rare incident when he tried to scare me with a dead cockcroach on the floor, and i actually was so shocked that i instinctively hit him very hard on the shoulder. Boy it must have hurt, cos even i felt the impact(my hand was stinging with pain). but he was still smiling and not looking the least bit annoyed. even when pple try to irritate him, he just pretends to look annoyed, which is not very convincing becos he still cannot wipe that smile off his face ha. i wonder if this guy has a temper.

i m not the only person who is impressed with S. I was reminded of him becos just the other day, PZ was telling me she met him in school and he was smiling so brightly as if he was extremely happy to see her. such is the feeling of running into S, you are left feeling very happy and cheerful after you meet this guy. He also gives me the feelign that he is very meticulous and considerate. while we were enjoying ourselves during CNY at our form teacher's house, he was the first person who took the initiative to help clean up.

hmmm...is there really such a perfect person? maybe it's cos i dunno him very well at all, that i have such a glowing evaluation of him. i m curious, what would his close frens say abt him?