further thoughts

Please never let me be a sad old lady who is 2 sandwiches short of a picnic wandering the streets smelling a bit and talking to strangers about how Siam and Singapore are in China and how their geography is terrible and they should go to a shop and find an atlas.

Tonight I craved a whisky.  I think a bit of a hot toddy would go down well.  The Ainsley's onion cup-a-soup I had instead wasn't really a good alternative.  J.ohn suggested I invent a chaser that would help me break up alcohol.  Ah.med suggested steroids.  I think he was thinking about allergies though, and even though I say I'm allergic to alcohol, it's not really an allergy, just a convenient lie.

I decided I would like to crawl inside a Calvin & Hobbe's comic, although I think Calvin would probably shun me because I'm a gross girl. :(  It's ok, I will steal Hobbes and make him play with me instead.

I just realised as I was writing that that I've always for some peculiar reason thought that Hobbes looked like the ex or vice versa.  I believe this is a trick of the stupid subconcious.  But I'm not really sure what it's supposed to mean.  But I'm sure it is being bad.  Bad subconcious!

The best way to get the neighbours to shut up when they're arguing is to put Josh on really loud.  Either that, or he drowns them out.  I'm not really sure.

I can't wait to be free again so I can go visit Edinburgh - but I have this terrible feeling that Edinburgh's going to be a let-down when I finally get there.  I hate stupid emo TCK feelings.  Which are probably right.

I keep telling Ac.un he should visit me and I shall take him to Edinburgh and he will *love* it and I would *love* to show it to him - even though I know it's nigh near impossible and I hate myself for saying these things to him because it is so impossible for him to come here.

I can't believe I'm taking that plane journey again... I have a feeling M'sia is going to be a let-down.  Oh well, at least the food will be good.  If I'm allowed to eat it, that is.  At any rate I will be there straight after the thesis which means I will have hair falling out in clumps and spots from all the caffeine I have been ingesting, so a bit more food won't do that much harm...

observations and random fleeting thoughts

A couple nights ago I woke up at 3 and stayed awake until about 6ish. During that time I realised the book by Hemmingway isn't called "The Sea" but "The Old Man and the Sea".

My new (used) iBook should be arriving in the post today - very very soon. But I have promised myself I cannot play until I have finished at least 1500 words.

I had a dream last night that I got a package in the mail and it had all the instructions/externals for the iBook but not the iBook itself. The package had obviously been ripped open and the iBook taken from the package.

I was face-stalking the ex last night in my rather over-extended facebook procrastination effort and realised from a comment one of his friends left him that he has a girlfriend now. It kinda stung. Not really overly much, but enough to be uncomfortable. I can't believe it's been over 3 years and it can still manage to hurt even a little.

I've been on an egg craze lately - eating an egg almost everyday. I started off with eating soft-boiled egg with sweet soya sauce and pepper (something I learnt to do in Indonesia - I was catching a cold and the people I were with in Sumatra took me to eat 'telur kampung' (eggs from village chickens). You get 2 soft-boiled eggs, crack them into a glass, add sweet soya sauce (kecap manis) and pepper and mix it up, then down it like a shot. I've moved onto hard-boiled eggs with my noodles in soup (hard-boiled eggs and soup = awesome) and once I had a hard-boiled egg by itself.

Similar to me doing my thesis last year, I dream about all the things I can do when all this is over. Learn/brush up on some language skills - both communication and programming languages. See friends in Edinburgh. Visit New Orleans (this probably isn't going to happen). Start life. It's kinda scary. I'm actually going to have to get a long-term full-time job for the first time.

Right I better start work - the sooner I start the sooner I get to play with my new toy!!!

The Sea

I was just browsing Facebook's iRead app and suddenly a memory came to me suddenly, of Mr Weber reading 'The Sea' by Hemmingway to us (Hemmingway and certainly not 'The Sea' turned up whilst browsing iRead, so I don't really know why). I don't know why he read it to us - I'm not sure if it was part of the curriculum or he thought it was a great story or he wanted us to take something away from it. I certainly remember a bit of it, but I'm not sure whether that's because years later (I can't remember when) I picked it up and read it again. I went to visit my old school while I was in Indonesia last month, and asked if there was a memorial book for Mr Weber. They didn't have one, but I suppose if they did they would have to have one.... for every teacher and every student who has passed through the school and who has since passed away. While I was speaking to the assistant in the office the middle school principal came out and spoke to me. He was new when I left in 7th grade - I remember going to his office once for being tardy too many times (3). It's been 11 years, so I should not have been too surprised by how much older he looked and how much his hair had turned grey. He got out my old 7th grade yearbook and found me. "And whose class were you in?" he asked. "Ms Bruns's" I answered. "In the same community with Ms Rosario". "Ah yes. Ms Bruns left a couple years ago. Roz (Rosario) sadly passed away last year from cancer". This shocked me. "You would've known Greg as well" he said and turned to a page where we had our group photos. He passed his fingers over Greg and Nick, standing side-by-side. I'd forgotten that Greg, too, had died. My sisters and I used to say there was a curse on our school, as we received constant news about the death of one ex-student or another. But I guess in a large school like ours one can't avoid knowing that some teachers and students would die too early, due to random circumstances out of anybody's control. It is merely statistical. To me, Mr Smith looked bowed down and grey with these deaths. I shudder to think how many other students he knew who had been claimed by the grim reaper. I have always remembered that school as the setting for those perfect happy childhood memories, and I can't help but be a little bit sad to hear that some of those who are part of my perfect happy childhood memories are now gone.