Condos and HDB buildings can have strange names. We drove past 1 called Linear Green last week and I told Yiling that I wanted to build a condo with triangular shaped buildings on a square piece of land and call it Pythagoras Square.
I don't want to be a loser and explain my own joke but I should probably risk it here coz this was 1 of the rare times even Yiling did not get the whole meaning of my nonsense.
Square has a double meaning. Square as in the maths square coz it is a square plot of land (and the irony of it being a square when it should be a triangle coz it is pythagoras) and square as in traflagar square leicester square and city square. And Pythagoras sounds funny. Especially when you pronounce it like Mr Hia: Py-tah-gor-rahs. Ok now I have effectively made it not funny.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
There is an error on my page and therefore I am unable to change my font and size. I have been missing from the blog scene for a number of weeks but now I am back! Because I am finding every other thing to do besides work and after an uneventful trip to hotmail and facebook I have now run out of options. Hm. My sentences do not flow. Just like in my dissertation. But no matter. I suppose it is because my brain is very messy.
So far.. I have not been doing much in Singapore but have just been enjoying being here P: It feels like I am more selective in choosing where to go and what to eat this time so that I REALLY enjoy every bit of it XD That said, I have met up with friends a few times such that I dun get sick of going out and window shopping and meeting at mrt control stations.. Just the other day I went for cable skiing too! Never thought anyone would want to go with me that's why I really pounced on the chance to go when Meiyun asked me. Unfortunately the cool images I had of myself gliding across the water surface (somehow with sunglasses, a cool cap and typical beach wear. and i had nicely-toned limbs) were not to be. We had to start of as beginners kneeling down on the kneel boards but oh well. Laypeople looking on at the side still had that amused yet slightly impressed expression on their faces when we crawled out of the side of the pond and coolly swung out boards over our shoulder and plodded back to the startline. Ha. I say laypeople. But by that I mean passers-by, not that I really looked sporty and professional.
Anyway, I managed to go a whopping 7 rounds! Ok. Actually it is not that great despite the exclamation mark. Sadly though, each round I fell further and further away from my target because I couldn't steer right enough. Finally when I had tried to lean so far right that my body was almost parallel to the water I continued in that clockwise momentum and smoothly rotated right into the water. That was the furthest I landed and I decided never to land at that spot again even if it meant I couldn't pass the last checkpoint because the exit at that side was SWARMING with mini centipede-leech mutants. So I waded the circumference of the pond until there were few enough for me to not contact them. Anyway, despite breathing in a generous quantity of saltwater (probably swallowed some centipede mutant debris/faeces along with it) and testing my biceps, triceps and other associated muscles beyond anything they had ever dreamed of, it was still a memorable experience and I would defo go again maybe.. next year. Even till today I still find it a bicep-numbing experience to carry out actions like pulling up my pants and washing my legs.
Oh. I might as well announce this as well. I put on my helmet the wrong way too. I was buckling the helmet under my chin and the instructor calmly said something like, 'and while you are waiting to get into the water you need to scan the barcode on your wrist on the blue cylinder and your helmet is the wrong way round.' That did not do much to boost my confidence.
The next next day I fell ill with indigestion. The food tat4 diao2 at my stomach-small intestine junction coz when I finally managed to vomit everything out at 5 or 6 something in the morning they were all in big purple lumps. Maybe it was the a-boh-leng. Maybe it was something(s) in the pondwater. I will never know.
Unfortunately the next day was Yiling's convocation. Which explains my fake-smile-series in the photographs that day. Papa told me I should try to look more natural when I smile. But I will not listen to this anymore because the last time I did everyone asked me what happened to me in my IC photo. The convo was another memorable experience but me feeling queasy got in the way. Still, there was free food and I just couldn't resist not taking any so I did. Anyway the highlight of the event was the 5 minutes spent reading out the psych dept names where we recognised a few names and took pictures of the names we recognised. And the 15 seconds that Yiling went up and Mummy and I whoopwhooped and I said 'There there!' and my video shook violently.
Now I am just enjoying being in Singapore even though I dun go out much. It is just being here that is nice! Bloody weather tho. Can't decide if it wants to be hot or cool.
So far.. I have not been doing much in Singapore but have just been enjoying being here P: It feels like I am more selective in choosing where to go and what to eat this time so that I REALLY enjoy every bit of it XD That said, I have met up with friends a few times such that I dun get sick of going out and window shopping and meeting at mrt control stations.. Just the other day I went for cable skiing too! Never thought anyone would want to go with me that's why I really pounced on the chance to go when Meiyun asked me. Unfortunately the cool images I had of myself gliding across the water surface (somehow with sunglasses, a cool cap and typical beach wear. and i had nicely-toned limbs) were not to be. We had to start of as beginners kneeling down on the kneel boards but oh well. Laypeople looking on at the side still had that amused yet slightly impressed expression on their faces when we crawled out of the side of the pond and coolly swung out boards over our shoulder and plodded back to the startline. Ha. I say laypeople. But by that I mean passers-by, not that I really looked sporty and professional.
Anyway, I managed to go a whopping 7 rounds! Ok. Actually it is not that great despite the exclamation mark. Sadly though, each round I fell further and further away from my target because I couldn't steer right enough. Finally when I had tried to lean so far right that my body was almost parallel to the water I continued in that clockwise momentum and smoothly rotated right into the water. That was the furthest I landed and I decided never to land at that spot again even if it meant I couldn't pass the last checkpoint because the exit at that side was SWARMING with mini centipede-leech mutants. So I waded the circumference of the pond until there were few enough for me to not contact them. Anyway, despite breathing in a generous quantity of saltwater (probably swallowed some centipede mutant debris/faeces along with it) and testing my biceps, triceps and other associated muscles beyond anything they had ever dreamed of, it was still a memorable experience and I would defo go again maybe.. next year. Even till today I still find it a bicep-numbing experience to carry out actions like pulling up my pants and washing my legs.
Oh. I might as well announce this as well. I put on my helmet the wrong way too. I was buckling the helmet under my chin and the instructor calmly said something like, 'and while you are waiting to get into the water you need to scan the barcode on your wrist on the blue cylinder and your helmet is the wrong way round.' That did not do much to boost my confidence.
The next next day I fell ill with indigestion. The food tat4 diao2 at my stomach-small intestine junction coz when I finally managed to vomit everything out at 5 or 6 something in the morning they were all in big purple lumps. Maybe it was the a-boh-leng. Maybe it was something(s) in the pondwater. I will never know.
Unfortunately the next day was Yiling's convocation. Which explains my fake-smile-series in the photographs that day. Papa told me I should try to look more natural when I smile. But I will not listen to this anymore because the last time I did everyone asked me what happened to me in my IC photo. The convo was another memorable experience but me feeling queasy got in the way. Still, there was free food and I just couldn't resist not taking any so I did. Anyway the highlight of the event was the 5 minutes spent reading out the psych dept names where we recognised a few names and took pictures of the names we recognised. And the 15 seconds that Yiling went up and Mummy and I whoopwhooped and I said 'There there!' and my video shook violently.
Now I am just enjoying being in Singapore even though I dun go out much. It is just being here that is nice! Bloody weather tho. Can't decide if it wants to be hot or cool.
Friday, July 10, 2009
I am dissertating in NUS library now. Or so I claim. Home is full of unintentional distractions and so in the boring (but air-conditioned) world of librarydome I find myself looking for distractions: toilet, sound of rain, hotmail (which I only succeeded on signing in after I had given up the 1st 3 times and continued with a few sections of dissertation.. my computer KNOWS..), facebook.. And I have now run out of options.
I seem to have packaged by drive, motivation and enthusiasm and shipped it away to Leicester coz I was still all pumped up at first but these days I am constantly feeling not just normal tiredness, but exhaustion from grocery shopping and generally stepping out of the house. (A small girl has just walked past my table in a polo T and PE shorts and I am wondering how she is not feeling cold) Due to my fatigue, I have taken to speaking in a soft, calm voice and showing little or no facial expression. It isn't deliberate, my body just seems to be rationing my energy: morning 1000kcal for the useless 1h spent brushing teeth, rolling out of bed, changing, breakfasting etc. after which I grow tired, afternoon 1kcal to be used for napping, night uses a few more kcal to totter around the house aimlessly before deciding it is late enough to sleep. It isn't even that time of the month.
Shit. I know there is something I want to blog about.. Oh. I was thinking how I felt like a deflated potato, because I seem to have used up all my starch and yet need more and more energy coz of more and more things to do and think about. Like how Dumbledore felt about sometimes having too many things to think about and your head feeling too full. Today when I was starting my disso there was a something nagging in my brain that distracted me. 'Just 1 of the many small things which I have not done but will push to later to do' I thought. Turns out it was a twinge of annoyance at people who did not reply messages/emails that needed replying. Hai. I call this retribution. I am like that too. Getting my own desserts. Desserts reminds me of dissertation. Which is what I should be doing. I want to desert my dissertation.
Anyway, after that I got back to writing and luckily, decided to finally check my school mail. And horror of horrors, shit of all shits, there was yet another library notice telling me this time that they were concerned about my overdue book. I distinctly remember forgetting to return that book and so remembering to return it in the end so I have no idea what the hoolabaloo is about. Even if I hadn't, I renewed it.. last week and the email today tells me I haven't. I think it is an international secret library scheme (SLS) that libraries randomly pick students with convenient traits and accuse them of not returning books. When the poor students insists helplessly that they did return the book nobody is going to believe them because there is conveniently no proof, no reliable witness and the video camera does not span the book drop slot. Anyway, that is another thing that has been niggling at me and preventing me from giving my utmost concentration to my more important tasks. I really wish I will receive an email of apology from the school library soon, telling me that they viewed the video footage on 13th June Monday at 9.50a.m. and saw me slip 'systemic pathology' into the bookslot and that they are sincerely sorry and will allow me unlimited book access and library privileges for the rest of my undergraduate life to compensate for their accusation.
I seem to have packaged by drive, motivation and enthusiasm and shipped it away to Leicester coz I was still all pumped up at first but these days I am constantly feeling not just normal tiredness, but exhaustion from grocery shopping and generally stepping out of the house. (A small girl has just walked past my table in a polo T and PE shorts and I am wondering how she is not feeling cold) Due to my fatigue, I have taken to speaking in a soft, calm voice and showing little or no facial expression. It isn't deliberate, my body just seems to be rationing my energy: morning 1000kcal for the useless 1h spent brushing teeth, rolling out of bed, changing, breakfasting etc. after which I grow tired, afternoon 1kcal to be used for napping, night uses a few more kcal to totter around the house aimlessly before deciding it is late enough to sleep. It isn't even that time of the month.
Shit. I know there is something I want to blog about.. Oh. I was thinking how I felt like a deflated potato, because I seem to have used up all my starch and yet need more and more energy coz of more and more things to do and think about. Like how Dumbledore felt about sometimes having too many things to think about and your head feeling too full. Today when I was starting my disso there was a something nagging in my brain that distracted me. 'Just 1 of the many small things which I have not done but will push to later to do' I thought. Turns out it was a twinge of annoyance at people who did not reply messages/emails that needed replying. Hai. I call this retribution. I am like that too. Getting my own desserts. Desserts reminds me of dissertation. Which is what I should be doing. I want to desert my dissertation.
Anyway, after that I got back to writing and luckily, decided to finally check my school mail. And horror of horrors, shit of all shits, there was yet another library notice telling me this time that they were concerned about my overdue book. I distinctly remember forgetting to return that book and so remembering to return it in the end so I have no idea what the hoolabaloo is about. Even if I hadn't, I renewed it.. last week and the email today tells me I haven't. I think it is an international secret library scheme (SLS) that libraries randomly pick students with convenient traits and accuse them of not returning books. When the poor students insists helplessly that they did return the book nobody is going to believe them because there is conveniently no proof, no reliable witness and the video camera does not span the book drop slot. Anyway, that is another thing that has been niggling at me and preventing me from giving my utmost concentration to my more important tasks. I really wish I will receive an email of apology from the school library soon, telling me that they viewed the video footage on 13th June Monday at 9.50a.m. and saw me slip 'systemic pathology' into the bookslot and that they are sincerely sorry and will allow me unlimited book access and library privileges for the rest of my undergraduate life to compensate for their accusation.
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