I have a problem. I know I have problems, but the only one I'm prepared to admit to today is that I get nightmares sleeping in any bed that might have a mirror in front of it. That's why I tried to join Weng on the floor in his sleeping bag and subsequently got chased back to my own bed.
I had nightmares about extremist saints out to purge the evil (me) and then about a rugrat that I pissed off, only to be chased by her little tribe (like in Recess) for four hours during a house party. Serious, don't-screw-with-me nightmares.
Then I also wanted to say that I love strawberries and that I'm looking for someone to go with me to the British Museum.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Friday, June 02, 2006
I swear it was Saturday
Over lunch the other day we were laughing about how one of my friends got the date for meeting her friend at the train station wrong, which resulted in her friend going all the way to Paris and then back again.
Today wasn't as disastrous as that, but I did mess up. I can hear my mum's 'Aiyo!' echoing in my head. Daniel called me. Looking at the '+65' number that flashed on my handphone I thought he was calling to tell me they were about to board their 13-hour flight to London, and I also thought, 'Oh, how considerate!'
I answered with a cheerful 'hello' and then my stomach dropped straight through Australia.
'We just landed at the airport, we're going to take a train there, so we'll call you when we get to Gloucester road?'
'But today isn't Saturday.'
'No, I never said it was Saturday...'
'I thought you guys were arriving on the 3rd! Saturday!'
'Um, we're at the airport now. So we're going to take the train in, right?'
'Oh right, Gloucester Road, okay. Picadilly all the way, no changes. Yep. Okay. See you soon.'
Crap. (There were more suitable words that crossed my mind in that instant.)
That two minute phone call was followed by 45 minutes of hardcore bathroom and room cleaning. Weng and I set a new record today, especially given that I hadn't cleaned either area for almost two months - exams, projects, you know how it never ends.
Thankfully God saw Daniel and Doris safely to London, looking pretty good considering they had just flown half way around the world. They also made it to 10.30pm, although it was getting pretty hairy on the way back from the supermarket - I thought we might have had to carry them home. But they're safely in bed. A clean, comfortable one at that.
Today wasn't as disastrous as that, but I did mess up. I can hear my mum's 'Aiyo!' echoing in my head. Daniel called me. Looking at the '+65' number that flashed on my handphone I thought he was calling to tell me they were about to board their 13-hour flight to London, and I also thought, 'Oh, how considerate!'
I answered with a cheerful 'hello' and then my stomach dropped straight through Australia.
'We just landed at the airport, we're going to take a train there, so we'll call you when we get to Gloucester road?'
'But today isn't Saturday.'
'No, I never said it was Saturday...'
'I thought you guys were arriving on the 3rd! Saturday!'
'Um, we're at the airport now. So we're going to take the train in, right?'
'Oh right, Gloucester Road, okay. Picadilly all the way, no changes. Yep. Okay. See you soon.'
Crap. (There were more suitable words that crossed my mind in that instant.)
That two minute phone call was followed by 45 minutes of hardcore bathroom and room cleaning. Weng and I set a new record today, especially given that I hadn't cleaned either area for almost two months - exams, projects, you know how it never ends.
Thankfully God saw Daniel and Doris safely to London, looking pretty good considering they had just flown half way around the world. They also made it to 10.30pm, although it was getting pretty hairy on the way back from the supermarket - I thought we might have had to carry them home. But they're safely in bed. A clean, comfortable one at that.
Thursday, June 01, 2006
It's been great folks
Third year has ended in a bit of an anticlimax, partly subdued by the fact that Weng's first paper is today and that there's a horrendous amount of tidying and packing to do. Lester looks like he stayed up all night (as he usually does before a flight, so I've heard), and his room is empty, which is a little depressing.
The project ended well, although the person chairing our presentation was a little bit of a whiny cow. I think the external examiner enjoyed himself though. Our poster didn't win anything, because of the only graph on the poster apparently offended one of the judges. Um, okay. Tom won though, Tom always wins - that guy is a graphic genius. The board was a massive success.
I should have brought my camera to take a picture of the amazing paint job Mike coordinated. Arctic camo has been redefined. Anyhow, it seemed like most of the year got on it at some point, including several of the department's esteemed lecturers, and the security guard, and whoever else happened to be walking through the foyer at that point.
I guess it was the coolest project there, in the sense that it was essentially a toy and very noisy, but no where near as scientific as a rolling rig, or as helpful as a percussion drill or plastic recycling unit for Africa.
And yea, I know I promised a movie of my board actually flying, but that got lost so I only have clips of my supervisor and assoc. supervisor being goofballs on our hoverboard. Unless you want those.
I have a whole bunch of errands to run that can't be put off anymore with excuses of too much work, not enough time. It feels weird that I don't have to rush into school and spend more time stressing at the team (which they handled really patiently). Projects are good for me, I lose weight, and my thighs and butt are pretty trim from all the power walking. Now it's time to get fat again.
The project ended well, although the person chairing our presentation was a little bit of a whiny cow. I think the external examiner enjoyed himself though. Our poster didn't win anything, because of the only graph on the poster apparently offended one of the judges. Um, okay. Tom won though, Tom always wins - that guy is a graphic genius. The board was a massive success.
I should have brought my camera to take a picture of the amazing paint job Mike coordinated. Arctic camo has been redefined. Anyhow, it seemed like most of the year got on it at some point, including several of the department's esteemed lecturers, and the security guard, and whoever else happened to be walking through the foyer at that point.
I guess it was the coolest project there, in the sense that it was essentially a toy and very noisy, but no where near as scientific as a rolling rig, or as helpful as a percussion drill or plastic recycling unit for Africa.
And yea, I know I promised a movie of my board actually flying, but that got lost so I only have clips of my supervisor and assoc. supervisor being goofballs on our hoverboard. Unless you want those.
I have a whole bunch of errands to run that can't be put off anymore with excuses of too much work, not enough time. It feels weird that I don't have to rush into school and spend more time stressing at the team (which they handled really patiently). Projects are good for me, I lose weight, and my thighs and butt are pretty trim from all the power walking. Now it's time to get fat again.
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