1) This late afternoon, a couple of us went around sticking these to the floor tiles in campus; in a bid to raise awareness for the talk our CIP group is hosting tomorrow afternoon. Pasted all these "footprints" until I thought I'm really going to train up some serious muscles. But, man, I'm really proud! Of the "footprints", I mean. Not the unsightly muscles.
2) Some of the CIP members saw me for the first time today ever since I have had LASIK. And now, what more with the recent hair treatment, they say that I look uncannily like an Egyptian mummy. I seriously have no idea whether is it a compliment or not.
3) I think I'm falling ill more and more often. It is only March; and already, I've been down with bad spates of cough at least twice. Caught the fever bug once already; and perhaps I'm on the verge of catching it for the second time.
The first time I fell sick, I was not even aware of it. All I was aware of is the super-bad cough, the super-bad throat, and the super-bad abdominal muscles ache due to coughing too hard and too much. I was so lethargic.
Doro and I were sharing a cab home after an impartation session that particular night, and it was only after having reached home and popped a thermometer into the mouth then did I realize it's a fever. It peaked at 39.5oC that night. Slept more than 12hours. Skipped lesson the next day. Obtained an MC. Along with it; paracetamol pills, phlegm pills, flu pills, cough syrup, and lozenges.
It is barely 1month ago! Less than 4weeks! And guess what? My body has been feeling a little atypically hot to the touch since last night. Perhaps, it's the cold weather of late. Perhaps that is causing the extremities to be colder than usual, and thus the misconception of "feeling hot to the touch". Ahhh...
4) I'm planning not to wear the jeans for the time being. It really irritates the banana out of me. Loose clothing is perfectly fine, but when it comes to the extend whereby BOTH hands can be slotted underneath the waistband, it's totally another thing. It feels like something is hanging precariously by the hips. Like it's going to drop anytime soon. AND it's a bother, because whenever I squat or sit, I've got to be mindful of the back of the jeans. Arrrgh! Dad was just nagging a couple of hours earlier. But, really, I'm trying.
5) Watched "Marley and Me" on Tuesday afternoon. Oh gosh, I've always liked Labradors! They're awesomely adorable! The lopped and droopy ears! Marley passed away in the movie. We nearly teared. So sad! The movie reminded me of Lucky. My rabbit was so smart and lively and docile. All of a sudden, I miss her. Quite a bit.
6) Dad always "longpang" me to campus whenever I have morning lessons at 8.30am. Even though taking his car means having to wake up an hour earlier than I would have if I had taken public transport, I still choose the former. Sure, waking up at 5.30am is horrible, but at least I can nap peacefully in his car. Normally, I would reach campus at 7.30am and sleep an hour more in the Triangle until 8.30am.
Recently, I've been reaching home late. Reaching home early at 7pm is already very rare. As the parents sleep early at around 8pm, by the time I reach home, they would be in bed already. The next morning, they would be out while I'm sleeping. Out of a week, 5 days I hardly get to see them.
Now, I'm feeling bad. The morning car rides are a perfectly good time to chat and catch up and bond. But? I'm sleeping like a dead log during these golden times.
7) The other day, on a Sunday afternoon, I was at home doing the assignments. Dad walked by, and started chatting about a random topic. Busy, I just gave half of the attention to him. The ears were listening to whatever he was saying; the eyes were reading the monitor screen; the hands were typing on the keyboard; and the brain was trying to process the 2 souces of input. I scantly gave sufficient attention to punctuate with the appropriate "Uh-huh", "is it?", "Really?" at the right time. Occasionally, I popped a question or two. "Why leh?", "What happened?", "Then how?".
I didn't even so much as to give him a full glance.
The conversation went on for quite a while. Gradually, he started telling some cold jokes. Normally, I would laugh and play along; competing to see who's colder. This time, however, is not the time. My patience was already wearing thin. "Haha... Ya, right. Ok lah, ok lah. Tsk... Wo xian zai zai zhuo gong ke... Bu yao jiang hua leh... Hen chao leh."
I didn't yell.
I didn't scream.
It was more like a statement. Soft statement. Under my breath.
He went away.
I still feel bad.
Hold your tongue.
8) PH is having her fashion runway tonight! Too bad I couldn't be there. Heard that Inessa would be there as well. Awww!!!
Sometimes, I wonder, if Grace and Inessa were to meet, I have a feeling they would be all over each other. Maybe for the initial, first meeting they would be shy. But, I bet, they'll be totally cute around each other as time goes by! They're both chubby, bubbly, cheeky, and lively, AND cute. What more, both of them have a pitless stomach!
9) I was at Giant today to check the prices for food items for theupcoming BBQ at Des's and Sher's house, and passed by this section selling baby toys. Some of them caught my eyes, and momentarily, I wondered if Grace would like them.
Grace always mixes up "throw" (diu) with "drop" (diao). Sometimes, she'll deliberately throw a piece of used tissue onto the floor, only to proclaim, "Diao! Tissue diao." We always correct her, "No... Not diao. Diu, bu shi diao. You didn't drop it; you threw it. Diu."
I wonder has she learnt to differentiate between the two yet.
She also likes to call banana as "nana". We always correct her too.
I wonder is she able to pronounce the full "banana" now.
Grace is smart. She is able to identify facial features. The last time I tried, she is able to point out her hair, eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
I wonder has she made any progression. Hands? Feet? Tummy? Teeth? Tongue?
Her articulation is not very good yet. Instead of ears (er duo), she pronounces it as AR duo instead.
I wonder, has she mastered the correct pronounciation yet.
She likes to sniff her socks. Repulsed by the offending smell, Grace would winkle up her nose and brunch up her face comically.
I wonder has she learnt that dirty socks are not meant to be put near an inhaling nose.
I wonder has she grown any taller.
I still find myself missing her.
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