?dael had a question at 5:03 PM
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Oh, look, an update!
I'm not going to apologise for not blogging because it's getting old. I bet you're tired of reading "I'm so sorry for not blogging!" over and over again.
Anyway, on to what I want to blog about.
I finally found out when I will graduate. I should be happy about it, but honestly, I wish I wasn't graduating at the end of next year. I quite like it here, the country, the people, my friends. I love my friends. I always look forward to seeing them everyday.
If I do go back home after I graduate, I won't have many friends there. Everyone's overseas, or not over any sea but really far away. That means I have to get a job in Australia.
Oh well, we'll see what God has in store for me.
?dael had a question at 6:13 PM
Thursday, July 24, 2008
It's funny how not a single driver stops for a someone walking in the rain without an umbrella.
Actually, it's not funny at all. In this Adventist community, it's shocking, appalling, outrageous. There are so many other words to describe it, some of which are much worse than the ones here.
Is it so hard to pull over for a few seconds to let someone into the shelter of the car?
I mean, since the driver and pedestrian are going to the same place, why not, right?
As much as this provokes the ugly demon out of me, it also makes me think of what I
would do if I was driving and saw someone caught in the rain, regardless of whether or not I consider myself an Adventist.
In fact, it has nothing to do with religion. It has everything to do with being human, and being a good one at that.
But the fact that we're supposed to be a God-loving and Christ-like people just puts the driver-not-stopping-for-pedestrain-in-the-rain situation in a whole new perspective, almost a sad one. We're supposed to different. We're supposed to be the ones that care when no one else does.
We're supposed to be the ones to stop for someone caught in the rain.
Or maybe I'm just too mad that I was the one walking in the rain with cars passing me by.
?dael had a question at 9:39 AM
Thursday, July 10, 2008
I try not to complain about the cold, because it beats sweating like a pig any day a million times over.
But lately it's been SO cold that it actually warrants my complaints.
Yes, I am aware that because I'm in the southern hemisphere and hence the seasons (which I happen to care about because there is only one season where I come from) are the other way around, which means that I am currently experiencing the middle of winter. Minus the snow.
The days are pleasant, although it is unwise to leave home without a jacket or jumper even when the sun is glaring down on you. Today, for example, was extra chilly because of the strong winds. And I mean really strong. I even had trouble walking. Very embarrasing.
Then the temperature dips when the sun sets. "Dips" here would be an understatement. "Plunges", "nose-dives", "plummets " might be more accurate. It gets so cold that it bites. Almost literally. Up to the point where you don't even feel your skin anymore. Or your hands. Or your feet. Maybe it's because I'm Asian that my tolerance for the cold is low.
(Haha. Look at me being racist to myself.)
Even now, in the late sunny afternoon, where it's warm in the uni library, at least when compared to the air outside, my hands are discoloured and splotchy from the cold. My jumper isn't helping to keep me warm. Don't get me started on stepping out of the shower in the mornings. Not very pleasant descriptions.
?dael had a question at 12:07 PM
Friday, June 20, 2008
The semester is over.
Although I'm relieved that the burdens of last-minute assignments and essays and long hours of arduous practices are finally but momentarily lifted, I'm sad that the semester is over.
The campus is really quiet now.
The techno music from my neighbour's room comforts me.
The harsh light sneaking under my door when my room in dark comforts me.
The loud talking in the hallway that usually annoys me now comforts me.
The slamming of doors reverberating through the walls comforts me.
But I have something to look forward to. My friends and I will be renting a house together, and drive each other nuts for six fleeting weeks of the winter break. Some work hours will be thrown in; some hours of sleep taken off. It won't be all fun and games. I know that I will have changed my perception of them after the first week, and they too will look at me differently. But that's all in the process of getting to know each other.
Tonight is the last night I will spend in my dorm for this semester. Most of my belongings have already been packed up in boxes, and some of my clothes in a suitcase. There's something strangely depressing about seeing a previously disorganized room now almost empty and clean. The room feels refreshingly spacious now, but it also makes me feel small, alone.
I will miss my room, and it feels almost like it will miss me too, because there's a heavy air of sadness that weighs down on when I'm in it.
I will be fine, so don't worry about me. This is just an emotional phase that I always go through when something good ends, and I will always get over it quicker than I expect to. I do appreciate the thought and concern.
?dael had a question at 3:00 PM
Friday, May 09, 2008
That was my reaction when I heard an announcement over the dorm intercom.
I just have two words to sum it up: HEAD LICE.
Oh Lord. Don't let them get me. They have already gotten some people in campus. Exactly how many, I don't know; I know that I don't want to become one of them. I've never had head lice and I don't intend on getting any now and in the future.Argh!
My method of prevention? No hugging for the next couple of weeks, and minimal body contact with others, especially individuals who scratch their heads with increased frequency...Don't get me wrong: I'm not looking down on those who got affected. In fact, I sympathize with them.
Better to have prudence than pediculosis.
?dael had a question at 10:51 AM
Friday, May 02, 2008
About time I blogged.
I've had a strange and sudden craving for horror flicks.
A malevolent spirit that comes out of a toilet gassing a whole town to death. A psychotic kid butchering his family and friends with a rusted fork. A mutated rabbit hunting and eating human beings violently. A very wrinkly and saggy grandmother undressing.
?dael had a question at 1:30 PM