Monthly Archives: March 2006

Word Madness

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I must be insane! Why am I considerably cheered that I have a DHL delivery even though the DHL man comes bearing gifts or nongifts of erm stress, pain and s u f f e ring? My Style Guide for editing finally came today (I need it for my essay). I feel my head about to burst from pressure. There is a need to KNOW my work and be intelligent (that, I am not) and I am far F A R behind my other online classmates. (especially with regards to my Editing assignment because I cannot claim to be an expert in syntex, suffixes and typeface stylistic conventions.) What is the editor-author relationship? I officially do not know how to copyedit and wonder how I’m going to survive the weekend with my essay due on Monday. Breathe.

I am the most inconsistent and messy person, which probably makes me a really lousy editor. =) Then again, my sister is just as stressed up as I am so I’m just going to exercise discipline to attempt to complete my work on time. My weekend is filled with department meetings, remedial, BIRTHDAYS and comedy festivals (hahahaha). Oh and another test on Sunday.

I could go on, but I have to figure out what my readings are saying before dressing up for a swanky night activity. Somehow, I am imagining having bubbly champagne, cocktail dresses, and a modish crowd appearing for tonight’s show. Comedy festival by the DBS Arts Centre. Bring the aussie jokes on!

Will tell you how the laughs go.

hello. how are you.

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I simply REFUSE to start my readings for ‘Editing’ because today feels like a holiday. It’s good to have self-declared holidays. In between smses to inform me that hamsters have givenbirth to more hamsters and more crying from girls (it’s been two days running), I have been catching up on readings after preparing my lessons, and then back to the newlaptop to start another assignment. ARGH

I am very stretched.

But – despite the setting of exam papers and panicking about my own work, I am learning to cope. It’s bad, but I eat. And eat And it doesn’t help that Jiehui encourages such bad behaviour from me. To date, she eats hokkien mee with four to five limes and we smile at each other on particular days because there is laksa in school. Gosh.

I am going for the MELBOURNE INTERNATIONAL COMEDY FESTIVAL on friday with sis and her friends. I am excited, (as excited as Yan is on her adventure race I hope) because it feels familiarANDunfamiliar. It’s time for some good laughs. Yay.

I cannot wait!

Special Thanks

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Odear I feel bad!

Thank you my LifeSaver who came all the way down to Orchardlibrary in your homewear because I needed to borrow books lastminute for an assignment which was due. This, despite the fact that we couldn’t use your card and that you were coughing. I am also grateful to TheStranger who, by no fault of her own, was sitting by a corner minding her own business reading a book. Thank you for not thinking I was strange to ask (very politely, I might add) for your library card and give you my mobile number just in case you thought I was crazy.

I have — finally submitted my exampaper (only one of the many), and applied for nie. I just did it to stop Kaye from bugging me. She thought it was just about time. I thought she was naggy.

My mind is still boggled by the many things I have to juggle but will settle them one by one. I am not even going to try and write them down because it will leave me very breathless. Cannot wait for the weekend to come to chill and hang out.

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chap chye peng 

Her breakfast was delivered at noon and a packet of mixed rice was presented on the table. Here is your Chye Peng, he mutters. She noticed the white styrofoam box with its missing flap and the cover fluttered without its hinges.

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The cold rice hardens against the plastic spoon and a pale yellow lump wobbles. She pokes the mush and removes its disguise to find a hastily-steamed egg with ugly cheese-holes. It was left on the shelf since morning till he had pointed and chosen it for her meal. She looks at the box and makes a mental note not to eat the rest because it is only morning.

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There was never anything exciting going on in her neighbourhood. She stared hard at the fan hanging from the ceiling and squinted till she saw the swirling air. They looked a little lost as the dust particles danced aimlessly. She silently tapped the rhythm the fan was making: trrrrr trrrrr trrrrr, before looking down only to realize that she had finished everything up- Rice, fish, egg, vegetables. Nothing was left.