The Theory

I reached home last night and for the first time this semester asked myself: "What else is there to do?"

And realized I have none.

That was what I thought lah.

Untill I checked my email. Suddenly a list of to-do's flooded my mind.
1) Enroll in UNL
2) History 1 assignment
3) Macroecons assignment
4) Worship songs
5) Weekend trip planning
6) Another weekened trip planning
7) Yet another China trip planning
8) Farewell plans
9) Checklist of things to buy

The list stops there for now. So, I do have quite a few things to do. Oh oh......and:

10) Get Jessica to buy contact lenses - haha, I remember!


That, I remember but I can't remember my password to access my library account. I need to renew my textbook!

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I worked for the first time without KC on my emcee job last Friday. The roadshow was planned to be at Oldtown Coffee but because it rained that morning, when the crew arrived in the truck, the 4 of us sat in the cafe sipping coffee and eating breakfast. I've not met 2 of them and the other mister I've met once while working with KC.

So then the Theory of the Unfamiliar struck me. A term coined by AlexistheGreat sitting right there with the 3 acquaintances but originally from JesstheGreat. Theory of the Unfamiliar says that every unfamiliar/unordinary/unhabitual act performed comes with a lesson of life.

I was sitting in that cafe when the song 'Close to You' came blaring on the stereo striking the key of irony so perfectly. One of the girls even started singing along. I can't help but laugh at the awkwardness. When it was time to speak into the mic later in the afternoon, I asked God, what am I supposed to say? Where's KC to bail me out? How can I be a good emcee? It turned out good eventually and the bosses were happy with my debut act. I was happy I got through the day without much humiliation. The bosses were (again) acquiantances.

Lesson learnt? I need to practice more frequently how I should present myself to new people I meet. I'm after all a future journalist who'd be interviewing strangers. How can I appear friendly, not overfriendly and approachable?

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It was Sharon's birthday celebration yesterday. All 8 of us were there. The clan. The origin of the clan at least. I never thought I'd say this, but I love reunions. When everyone finally turned up yesterday sitting at the table, I can't help but feel the buzz of the reunion. Each were hugging and shouting "Hey! How you've been?"

We ate and ate and ate. I loved my waffle with maple syrup. In the end they fed me with 'special' soup of sauces, raw salmon, pepper, ice cream, jelly and Idon'tknowwhat.

Yay! I'm playing guitar for CF this Friday!

The Ingrid and Jason

Happy song with nice lyrics. I want to go to South of France! - wherever that is.

The Summary

Dad is back after almost 2 months in China. We picked him up from LCCT on Sunday afternoon. Because a GT race competition was going on in Sepang, we had to take a big round circling the airport. The best part was the road just outside the tarmac fencing. We could see airplanes lifting off beside us, the control tower and the lights. It was really beautiful and a sight to behold.

We waited for almost an hour before dad finally emerged behind the glass doors. There were a few false alarms from mom; she couldn't recognise her hubby after merely 2 months. Whilst waiting, I saw a mom waving excitedly at her kids and husband when they came out of the departure hall. She went up to them and gave her sons a peck on the cheek. For that brief moment I was reminded of how airports used to feel like when I was a child. I remember waiting in the airport for my mom who went on a holiday in Europe when I was about 13. That anticipation. Have we lost the thrill because of the frequent flying these days?

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Right before we departed for the airport, we went for a quick lunch in a restaurant. While waiting for my food, I saw a man at the table next to ours praying. He had his hands clasped tightly in front of him, above his bowl of rice. His lips mouthed something only he knew. He prayed quite a long meal prayer. I watched him pray and told myself; I don't even pray for every meal, let alone pray so long. His other family members were already hungrily stuffing themselves with food. I assumed that his family members aren't believers of his faith and I could relate his situation to mine. That scene was amazing. It felt like God was in the restaurant amidst the Sunday lunch rush and that young man appeared to be so consciously praying that he looked set apart, like how Christians are set apart for His glory.

He reminded me not to take seemingly little things for granted. I thank God for providing me food on the table, socks for my feet, warm bed at night and so many more that I can't count.

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As the day draws nearer for me to leave, the urgency resurfaces. The urgency to do wacky things with friends whom I might never see again. JC and I was talking on the way home and the idea of touching the 4 corners of Peninsula Malaysia came up. It was inspired by an article I read about two friends who cycled to the 4 corners in 50 over days. They're Malaysians btw and boy they have strong legs. Since we're perfectly unfit city students and are having time contraints, driving became the next best option. Hopefully it works since I can't sleep over in KLIA anymore due to the flu.

I took a break from the library, lied down on the ground, and lifted my legs.

All talk of fun but not studies from me eh? Surprisingly, I have been reading the textbook almost everyday the past month thanks to my nerdy friend Jessica Loke. She has helped me fill the studying part since all I do is talk of studying but never actually doing it. And I've of course filled the fun part in her since fun wasn't really all that fun before I came in the picture. Haha I know I know. Weeeee!

The nerdy and the not so nerdy.

It rained again tonight as it rained beautifully yesterday morning. Oh and looking at this most recent pic of myself, I had a haircut! The shortest hair ever. Here's a short clip on my nerdy friend.

So what else? Oh yeah, back to history textbook.

The Florist

Han Sen feeling psyched

Jess and KC

Last Wed was the INTI Academy, oops, Academic Awards. It's Han Sen's fourth time on Dean's List, Jess' second time on President's List and KC and KT's second too I think. All I knew was a whole bunch of them were on the list. I was immensely proud of them; I even kept the booklet with their names on it.

This time being Han Sen's last round, I bought a pretty rose for him. And for Jess too of course since I wasn't at her first award presentation.

I was at the florist alone buying the roses, thinking why can't the shop owner understand basic body language that I wasn't interested in getting a huge bouquet. I'm a poor student who left her shop with flowers in one hand and leftover coins in the pocket. After my adamant insist on the cheap ones, the workers started wrapping the roses and I waited and waited.

When the lady boss went behind the counter to hand me my change, she realised her wallet was missing! "Har...." I said when she told me that. She was shocked of course and then together with her 2 workers, they analyzed the possible stealer. For a moment, I thought they would point fingers at me since I was sitting by the counter. They didn't of course and the evil me was secretly laughing at her misfortune, since she was so pushy with me earlier. Conscience kicked in minutes later and I felt horrible for her loss. I said thanks and goodbye and left. (I wonder what happened afterwards). Lesson of the story: Be nice to people.

My analysis tells me that if she was nice to everyone who walked into her pretty shop and showed them around, her wallet wouldn't have gone missing. The reality was that her 2 workers and her would be busy doing their flower arrangements when someone walks in hence the chance for the stealers.

Watching but not watching

I realized that I haven't been watching tv for weeks. So I went downstairs, switched on the tv and stared at it. I was watching; I could see the travel host talking about a certain destination but my mind was somewhere else; thinking again.

On a random note, I think I secretly like flirting with this parking lot guy near college.