September 22, 2007

~ Randomly...

Sometimes, I have this urgent need to blog. With no pen and paper around, the nearest bloggable device I could count on is my handphone. I text. Then, save as my draft sms. And then, I blog from there.

xxx

(Sometime ago... on the MRT train)

And I started to wonder for a second or a few, that is this is what it's going to be like when she leaves here for where she's been missed. It did feel a little lonely.

But just then, I remembered that things are going to change soon anyway. And... I guess it's true. That I could save easier if she's not an option anymore to while away those restless but lazy weekends.

(Now...)

She's backed. Ya, 'backed'. That's how she spelt it in her sms. And backed with a sprained neck.

Poor darling.

Have a good massage.

I'm still blardy coughing like real bad. By the next time you leave, soon, I ought to be well. Better.

Touch base real soon.

xxx

In your life, do you have someone from your past whose name you can't really remember... but at the time that you were still acquainted with this person, you just had a feeling that this person will keep appearing and reappearing throughout your life? Not as someone you'd actually get to know and exchange numbers with and have long chats over some nice tea; but more as someone whom you are going to just keep bumping into and everytime it happens, you'll think "again...?" but you may not even go up and say "hi".

There's this person, I'm quite sure his name begins with an 'A', that I kept seeing at likely and unlikely places every once in a few months. I knew him from NUS. We were project group mates for this compulsory HRM module, if I'm not wrong. The reason why I could possibly not remember my project group mate is because the project was never really a group project. There were 3 of us in the group and we were all from the faculty of Arts and Soc Sci. So, naturally, we didn't really see any point in meeting up to discuss a project (for a module we couldn't opt out). There were better things to do than to accommodate to one another's strategically-planned timetable. Group projects were just so not the norm in FASS.

Anyway, I just can't remember his name. But I keep seeing him once every few months, or like this month, a few times in a month.

It's nothing. It's just something that I thought to blog about.

xxx

Emman gave me a book by Kahlil Gibran.

I've got many books to read. 'Cos I went to the library last weekend.

My current stash is the earlier book by Nicole Krauss. Man walks into a room. Making good progress. *pat pat on shoulder*

This other book I borrowed is authored by Jorge Luis Borges. Somehow, it sounds familiar. Is it supposed to be, Ms Therapist Wong? Hmm...

xxx

I had a sort of 'last lunch' with Apple and Wenping on Monday. At the food centre I may grow to miss. But, most likely, not.

We were talking about Nat and how she has learnt her English language well enough to correct her mum's English. So, it's really important to start nurturing a kid from young.

Wenping: Ya. Just like, what is the young of a chicken called? Chicklet.
Me: Ya, right.
Wenping: Really. The young of a pig is called piglet.
Me: Uhhuh...
Wenping: So, the young of a chicken is called a chicklet. Just add the 'let'.
Me: Sure...
Wenping: And the young of a bull is called bullet.
Me LOL and thinks, I MUST blog about this.

Well done, Wenping! To begin with, chicken is what you eat. The ones that are still very much alive are called 'hens' or 'roosters', the feminine and masculine respectively. But good one!

Always knew his humor will go a long, long way.

Posted by 杏 cy （Jancy） at 00:53