mardi, octobre 17, 2006
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today at Arts canteen. alone eating dinner1.
it felt rather nice, the entire setting. my orange coloured carrot-apple juice, my yellow plate, body feeling cool because i just came out of the library. and at the table in front of me, sits a pretty girl, back facing me, holding in her hands a set of lecture notes, liberally highlighted in yellow and orange, like mine. "oxygen transfer", "solubility of oxygen in water", "choice of stirrer". and i think, only here in the universities would pretty girls be studying insane stuff, like how does the choice of the stirrer affect oxygen solubility, and only here would it be acceptable to be mugging all the time, and not be viewed with disdain, nor ostracised.
and to my left, an expanse out into the great distance. a distance so far away that it is fogged up and unclear. and which, as if knowing that I am thinking of it, sends a caressing breeze. a dream of a journey of a distance. it is all so unreal.
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and some moments later, these two ppl appear and tries to solicit for participants for a *some finance/investment* workshop. and then so i let them sit down and tell me about it, since im in a good mood. so blah blah. and then i read their flyer. and the guest of honor is some Bsc(Hons) Real Estate, and im like why is this person coming, what qualifications does she have. and blah blah. and i questioned them where is their ~"entrepreneurship society", is there a location, a 'shopfront', a webpage, a proper contact, instead of a Alvin something hp number, instead of two unidentified ppl walking around selling stuff, instead of a flyer without the organisation name. and so i gave them some politely phrased recommendation to improve on their credibility. haha. i feel so good. diaoz ppl. i bet they din expect to approach me and instead get scolded back, politely.
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today's a 17, which is good.
blogfest i seem to be on. well. here goes another:
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today at Arts canteen. alone eating dinner1.
it felt rather nice, the entire setting. my orange coloured carrot-apple juice, my yellow plate, body feeling cool because i just came out of the library. and at the table in front of me, sits a pretty girl, back facing me, holding in her hands a set of lecture notes, liberally highlighted in yellow and orange, like mine. "oxygen transfer", "solubility of oxygen in water", "choice of stirrer". and i think, only here in the universities would pretty girls be studying insane stuff, like how does the choice of the stirrer affect oxygen solubility, and only here would it be acceptable to be mugging all the time, and not be viewed with disdain, nor ostracised.
and to my left, an expanse out into the great distance. a distance so far away that it is fogged up and unclear. and which, as if knowing that I am thinking of it, sends a caressing breeze. a dream of a journey of a distance. it is all so unreal.
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and some moments later, these two ppl appear and tries to solicit for participants for a *some finance/investment* workshop. and then so i let them sit down and tell me about it, since im in a good mood. so blah blah. and then i read their flyer. and the guest of honor is some Bsc(Hons) Real Estate, and im like why is this person coming, what qualifications does she have. and blah blah. and i questioned them where is their ~"entrepreneurship society", is there a location, a 'shopfront', a webpage, a proper contact, instead of a Alvin something hp number, instead of two unidentified ppl walking around selling stuff, instead of a flyer without the organisation name. and so i gave them some politely phrased recommendation to improve on their credibility. haha. i feel so good. diaoz ppl. i bet they din expect to approach me and instead get scolded back, politely.
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today's a 17, which is good.
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