I’ll be soooooo grateful once this weekend is over… I’ll even vow to kiss you and you and you and you (of course, via this pc screen) out of elation. Yesterday, the music practices went on for six hours and I was soooo craving for meat after that! Meat, as in I wanted an animal dead, so I can gorge on its (barbequed, fried, boiled, whatever) flesh and relieve the pent-up tiredness and pressure… But unfortunately, there was only tomato juice to go home to. Anyways, everyone on campus, from the gardener to the big wigs, has been busy preparing for the weekend events (graduation ceremony and grand opening ceremony of the college). On Sunday, one of the Thai princesses would grace the ceremony with her attendance. In fact, she’ll be handing out the diplomas to the graduates. Cool eh? Yes, I’m looking forward to see her royal face. So far, the biggest big shot I’ve seen ‘live’ was Datuk Pairin Kitingan, (my hero… hehehee!) used to be Chief Minister of my home state. He said thank you to us carollers during an open house one Christmas about 15 years ago. Adoi dogo, might as well have said last century… He was good-looking and pleasant-mannered without an air of kiss-my-*tooooot* superiority. The best thing was he didn’t have a pot belly.
Thai Summer March 4, 2003
It’s been helly hotty lately… The Thai summer (March till May) can be quite memorable for its stinging warmth. Even during the nights, I can smell dry, hot air coming in from the windows. And ever since those murderers cut up those beautiful trees and shrubs behind my block for ‘land development’ purposes I have no buffer from the heat. Development my foot, I’m now frying because of such developments…
Words March 3, 2003
I’m so tempted to spill out my raw guts here… But if I do that I’d have to shut down my webpage or hunt down and torture each reader–with peeled and unpeeled pisang tanduk (bananas of size XL) by the hundreds. But I can’t afford either one, so I’ll remain prude with my meager wordly expressions. Sometimes the things that I think about are just to shocking to repeat. Nay, I don’t think people are over-imaginative on their own will… Can you possibly block your own thoughts?? Maybe saying out whatever crosses your mind gives you a certain liberation but you could also end up in sheep dip. Liken your deepest thoughts lurking to escape its mental fence to walking in a dark, dark night on a big, wide field scattered with dog poos. You’ll only know it wasn’t OK to say what you’ve just said until it’s too late. Until the smell of poo-poos permeate the air and people walk away with oh!-you-blind-fool look on their faces. Oopss… But on the other hand even if I suppress my innermost thoughts I’m paranoid that somehow they’d find ways to wriggle out of my mind and insert themselves shamelessly in random conversations with not so random people. It’s like spreading a secret that you’ve forgotten is a secret. Oppps…
Normal March 2, 2003
Visited a dermatologist today for the first time in my whole life. She basically told me I was greasy enough to start an oil company. Hmph! And basically I responded by paying her to destroy my oil glands. I still have stabbing pains in my chest each time I think about the amount of moolah I spent today and for the next several months… Golly, the things people do to look and feel ‘normal’.
