Sometimes, I can't help feeling I live in a zoo. The perpetual stampeding, hoots, chatter, insane bursts of monkey laughter. I don't mean it in a derogatory way of course. =) It's just a part of my life now. And as with zoos, the animals go on display right? So I'm exhibit C18. At least my lair is. Every now and then, they'll be prospective boarders' parents with their prospective PLC kids touring the place, checking out the rooms, stumbling in upon me practising piano/reading/eating.

Better still, when a whole parade of old collegians decide to come for a stroll down memory lane by touring the BH inside out, and ooh-ing and aah-ing and being excited and everything, with us boarders looking curiously on.

Is this what being a private school is about? Marketing. It's all marketing and publicity. Like the promotional video they want to make of us boarders from Singapore, Malaysia, Hong Kong and China. So they can show happy, smiling, local faces exhorting them to send their kids here when they go on their promotional tours to these four countries at the end of the year.

Now I know the answer to the question I kept getting at one point of time.

"Why did you come to PLC?"
"PLC had better marketing strategies." (Which, to some extent, is true.)

Meanwhile, stewpeed Optus. Got a message today from them people saying international SMS rates will be jacked up to 35 cents as of September. Drat. Right where it pinches most.

I'm alive. Still.

Sorry to disappoint you. =) Ahahahah. Another one of those posts for the sake of posting entries. Now I see why the Jabberwocky's getting cold already. Maybe this'll interest you. Maybe not. *shrugs. ^^

Reading: The Brothers K - David James Duncan
Last read: Sandman VII Brief Lives - Neil Gaiman
Want to read: 1984 - George Orwell
Listening to: You Were Meant For Me - Jewel and the rest of the CD it came from.
Been doing: Sports sports sports
Last thing I ate: Beef lasagna, garlic bread, potato and leek soup, salad
Feeling: Mediocre
Last movie I watched: Troy
Next movie I'm probably going to watch: Day After Tomorrow
The weather: Middle of winter, cold cold cold!
Latest knowledge gained: What fanfiction and slash and the sort is really about

...um, what else?...

Last mail I received: Phang Kit
Last mail I replied to: ex0dus
Last talked to: Lynn (not the Hui one ;) who wanted to borrow 40 cents AGAIN.

Things I miss: my pillow and bolster and bed and my Calvin and Hobbes collection
People I miss: Phoebe and Lynn (the Hui one! *muah!) and Grace
Food I miss: Fried rice, har meen, char koay teow, prawns (and seafood in general, damn Australia.)
More stuff I miss: Friends, school, Astro, my brother (maybe?)

Time now: 9.55 pm 21st July
Wearing: Stirling house shirt and track pants and slippers
Urgently needs to: Go and bathe (Ewwww! So THAT's the smell.)

Insult of the day: Shea Kang, you idiot. (Gee, where did that come from? Hee! :)
Praise of the day: Brad Pitt is so hot.
Quote of the day: It's a bitter pill to swallow, I know.

Okay, I think that's enough. RE-ally need to go now.

Over and out, yours truly Down Under. :)

Useless fact of the day ^^

IKEA stands for Ingvar Kamprad Elmtaryd Aggunaryd. That's a mouthful in itself. :) You might'ave heard of Ingvar Kamprad...he's, well, the Swedish founder of IKEA who probably ousted Bill Gates from the World's Richest Man spot...or on the way there. Either one. And Elmtaryd is the name of his farm, and Aggunaryd the name of the village where his farm his.

And I see all your lives being so much more enriched now that you know this bit of information. :D

Cold! *shivers*

What can I say? Routine flight to Aus, arrived safely in one piece, and this time, with extra baggage weight to spare. =) The flight was kinda scary. It was delayed for 45 minutes close to an hour cause of some engine problem. But it wasn't too bad. Read my Time from cover to cover, and when I was done we were ready for take off.

We climbed slower than usual, I felt, altitude-wise. Halfway through suddenly got this weird sounds that are not normal for an airplane, as far back as my flying experience goes. Then we started a somewhat undulating ascent, if an undulating plane is even possible. Actually, that word's a tad too mild. More like bouncing. A little unnerving, but it was all good.

Lousy in-flight entertainment system. There were no good shows on, unless I wanted to watch a German show called Olga, whose blurb was already one of the more interesting ones. Whereas the Melb-KL flights for July were showing Secret Window, The Prince and I etc etc newer movies.

I hung my little carry-bag on the coat hook in the seat in front of me, and hung my spectacles on the strap and went to sleep. 2 hours before landing, we were woken up for breakfast. For some strange reason, my bag was on the floor, and my glasses also on the floor, in two pieces. At least, I can only assume so, because up till now, I've only found one arm of it, attached to a jagged piece of lens. The other half/halves are probably somewhere under seat 22A to await some more fortuitous moment when...when...something happens lah.

As I was only limited to not more than 5 different seating positions in the economy class, trying to look for bits of specs on the floor was near impossible. I then proceeded to execute a series of complicated leg contortions, feeling about with my toes under the seat in front of me, and to some minor extent, under my own seat. I can only imagine what the poor, terrified stranger sitting next to me must have thought.

I found one part, as mentioned earlier, but that was all. Any hopes of supergluing my glasses back together for at least Term 3 flew out the window. I was beat, and growing increasingly grumpy because I couldn't see properly, and if there's anything that ticks me off no end it's not being able to have clear vision. To calm down, I began to meditate on the exact geographical coordinates of my spare pair of glasses back in the boarding house. That helped.

Landing, landing. Of all times, it has got to be when I finally get the window seat that I snap/lose my specs. Deprived of the bird's eye view of Aus. at night, I glared out the window at big orange and white spots of light, at the same time, willing the dizziness that was beginning to fester in my head to go away.

Airport was a mess of blurry vision, colours and sounds. Went to the long line of trolleys, dumped my laptop in the wire basket of one and tried futilely to drag it out of the line. Eventually some airport man worker came up to me and said that I had put my laptop in the wrong basket. Not the one I was trying to pull out, but the one further up front. Drat. Looks the same to me!!

Fumbled my way in semi-blindness to baggage reclaim. I wasn't even sure whether the conveyor belt I stood at was for the KL flights. Thank goodness fellow boarders from M'sia were turning up and I stuck with them. We split up at quarantine checks, and I was asked to go to counter 12 and pointed in a general direction. Squint squint squint. My eyes were exhausted with all this straining.

Finally reached the BH and conked on the bed. Slept my way through the Athletics Clinic that I was supposed to go to at 11am. Oh well. At least my spare specs are pretty good and I was offered red or white wine on the plane, hence implying that I look >18 years old. =D

Bleh...bored.

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