A voice was heard in Ramah.

This cat is HDB approved.

Saturday, March 15, 2008

10:52 PM

And thus, the March hols draw loomingly and speedily to a close, signifying yet another unprodutive week and loads of moping around, thinking about a dim future.
Today was NUS Open House, which I guess was good enough reason to see me out of bed in the wee hours of the morning (normally considered inhumane on a weekend morning) and chugging along the EW line (I finished reading The Devil Wears Prada) to meet Ade at BV MRT. Stupid, I should have checked the website to have known that free shuttle was at DOVER instead. Nonetheless, we followed the crowd (as would any conforming Singaporean) to the bus which led us to the campus' sport hall and recreation centre. The exbihition was interesting and visually a banquet; I was much fascinated by the vibrant orange of Sheares Hall's booth and the equally sprightly students, who assured me that the stay in their hall was downright communal. I also liked the cutecute printed tees that I was oh so very tempted to get, but instead watched Ade get two of it. And in my favourite designs too. Of course, not forgetting the talks from FASS and Faculty of Science (which I have no luck of getting into) which spanned 2 hours and manymanymany slides. And I was told off (in that usual maternal way of hers haha) for not paying attention during my talk.Carol was right, I can actually empathise how overwhelmed she must have felt with the information overload when she visited the open house previously. Now that I'm aware of all the courses and modules being offered, I'm stuck in a dilemma over what I should actually pursue. Market value and interest are important weighing factors, not to mention the prospects of being able to stay in a hall and study abroad. WHOA, I am so not ready.
Open House would make a good socialising event, in fact I have my suspicions that it already is, on account of all the assortment of people that I bumped into, ranging from my alma mater to Combined Prefects' Camp, to council seniors and of course, home tutorial class seniors. Sadly, not all of them actually do recognise me, and I wasn't foolish enough to re-introduce myself because we just weren't very close to begin with. I saw Kathy too, actually I nearly walked into her what with my perpetual state of blur-dom. Ade and I had a "romantic date" under the luxurious canopy of a really huge tree (I fail to identity its species) with our earth-killing yellow styrofoam boxes of octopus/prawn/chicken balls. After which, it was an almost mission impossible trip to Bishan MRT and getting our subways, before taking a bus down to tuition. Lunch was hurriedly and unglamourously gobbled (I favour this word bcos I just remembered that she got cold cut trio) down at the bus stop. Then it was off for my little adventures with random variables(which turned out to be not so random after all), before heading home.
I was just glancing at the annoying antivirus software that flickers with the frequency of light on my tool bad, as it was running its little virus scan. If only life could be as simple as that. Warning: Your computer (life) is at risk, what do you want to do? Scroll down to options, 1) Fix it 2) Ignore it 3) Exclude it. Then click go, and voila! Problem resolved, and you get a little Nike swoosh of a tick on your toolbar proclaiming your clean status. So far, I've only been utilising one of that options in my life, maybe it's about time I stepped up.

"I will say you, you, like an old love song. You can mean more than one.
You can mean thousands.
I'm not in any immediate danger, I'll say to you.
I'll pretend you can hear me.
But it's no good because I know you can't."
Offred, Handmaid's Tale