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Dinner on the first night was rather interesting. CY spent like forever trying to suck out just one sea snail (siput sedut)… Just imagine how long it took to eat a few! LOL… Next thing that came up during meals was toungue-twisting. Check this one out: "I am not a pheasant plucker; I’m a pheasant plucker’s son. I’m sitting plucking pheasants till the pheasant plucker comes." The only thing I find cool and cruel about this one is that ‘ph’ is pronounced as ‘f’… If one confuses ‘pheasant’ and ‘plucker’, just imagine how hard everyone would be laughing.

The finale road show was meant to be a history-making one where it’ll be declared the longest ever event run in Malaysia; the record goes into the Malaysian Book of Records. Thing is, the night shifts that I’m apparently in was nerve wrecking and extremely boring, escpecially the first night. There was barely anyone, and hence nothing to do, literally. Only significant thing that happened during this night was meeting SL, a girl whom I got to know (and can’t deny how pretty and sweet she is) while working together in USM at the Snapshots booth. Nice of her to actually buy me some snacks. *touched* Second night, which is now, isn’t that boring. At least there’s a bigger crowd, and I’ve repositioned myself from the info counter to YM booth, where most of the fun and people are. Above that, there was free coffee (had two cups) and I learned how to play darts (something new I initially sucked at). People here are having whole loads of fun missing the target (as in hitting some other place instead of the dart board) at the moment. And ya… The signature board’s really a sore-eye from afar; why don’t people have the sense not to sign on other people’s signatures?? Sigh…

Back to darts

~A sudden urge to write. Universiti Station, PJ. 0756 hrs~

Inspiration perhaps? Love struck at Skudai? Or an expression of pure boredom and frustration of being quarantined in my pitiful, dusty room because of viral conjunctivitis (thanks Joel Neoh; this is the third time some part of me is sick within the time spent of a couple to three months! wtf…)? One thing I learned, though: We don’t really wash - as in wash wash - our hands properly enough. Either that or viruses and bacteria have found new ways of cultivation in our ever increasing development.

Where has all the patience in the world gone to? To merely say that the world has gone into a great big rush doesn’t suffice. Seriously. Does one necessarily need to step on someone else’s (actually, my beloved white Spalding shoes… *sob*…) shoes to beat the crowd to board the train when everyone else is obviously as eager to get home? Kinda funny though. Maybe being in this rat race has somehow made me impatient in a different way; I simply couldn’t wait to recover from my sore eyes! Maybe mom might’ve been right about something, that I should have taken my time to recover. But I just wanted to get back to work so badly! Not only was ‘time money’, I really enjoyed my work! …*wonder*… Only time can tell.

Learned a few more things about myself since the past month or so. Never thought so much fun could come outta event organizing… That’s, of course, minus the data entry. Youth related a reason? Something else? I’m still trying to reserve judgment where working in the corporate sector was concerned. Merely an internship this is, but it certainly feels like a real job. It’s work anyway, duh!! As said, only time can tell if I’d start complaining about something. Then and again, I always complain. Hmmm… Sure, it’s tiring work, but for a person of my physique there ain’t much I can complain about, much less since this whole thing is more of a workout for me. Save membership fees for gym. Yay! And hey, I’m used to this kinda work; been training my whole life for this!! LOL…

Sensory sensitivity. Sometimes I don’t know if it is in fact annoying, but I feel as if my level of awareness has increased somehow. It’s as described by some religion (Hinduism??) that the world is merely an illusion. A dream. In Shakespearean terms, a stage, or a candle. As each layer of wax melts, so does the other ‘unimportant’ things in life. It’s amazing how much noise we proudce in one day…

~Thought interrupted. Shean’s here to pick me up~

1. Today’s brain fart: If life’s a joke, nothing’s funny. *Ching Yee’s lol pronounced* by me; Shean and I laughed.

2. Today’s reflection: This ain’t my usual writing style and material. Big holes in entry. Maybe I’m the hole. LOL…

~Lights out 0300 hrs~