Novels aren't really one of the stuff that I've been reading lately
Reading has been quite a monotonous task.
Searching fo key words and information for essays
Reading a prose some thousands time to think of what's so special about it
Make some wild original claims.
This and that.
It's like, I couldn't remember why I take these majors in the first place

Then I started to read Cat's Eye (by Margaret Atwood) today, in prepare for Monday's class
And it reminds me of why I'm doing this.
I like doing this, I like reading, imagining, absorbing and taking it all in. I enjoy doing all these.
Right now, I wouldn't mind writing a some thousands words essay on it.
It's the feeling of unsettledness I like, which books are often generous enough offer me.
Dreaming away, as if there's a connection between a fictional characters, and the real life-sized me.
It's the gap in between that is attractive. Filling in the gaps isn't necessary.
It's the foreigness and unsecurity that counts and the whole wide unlimited possibilities.

As you can see here, I'm no good in expressing how I like something.
It's just an violent overwhelming of emotions that needed to be released.
No channels seem appropriate however.
I've chucked a whole lot of crap which have been sitting untouched in my drawer since March
I'vce forcefully taken out three rolls of undeveloped photo film from its tin case
And still there's some residue of that feeling - unsettledness
So this is my best try, insteading of tearing every papers into pieces.

ok here we go
Breakfast Etiquette 101. a courtesy guide: how to be respectful and respected in breakfast hours

you pass in this particular course when both you, and other breakfastees enjoy doing what they are doing, aka having their precious breakfast

this rule especially applies to those who have their first morning meal in the week (and it's a friday too), having waken up with difficulty, have a hard as test on the same day, and those who simply want to have a good time in the their first 30 minutes of the day

sadly, the asian person who was before me in line, who shall remain unnamed (cos i don't know his name), pathetically flunked.

this morning, i first woke up to the "beeeetttteeeerrr". 'yes. today shall be a better day' i firmly believed after having a horrible crazy nightmare about guys. then i went back to sleep.

then i woke up again (2nd alarm), now to the voice of dido, telling me that "there will be no white flag above my door". nice, i thought, as if i care. snooze time!

a sudden outburst of family force 5's "Hold up, wait a minute, put a little love in it." the third alarm finally did the trick and i got out of my comfy warm blankets cave.

and i arrived at the dining hall, hoping to have my long-lost yoghurt-peach-healthy-multigrains-weedbix(lol) mixture. there was no sign of human-beings at the breakfast bar and there were tons of peaches. So i took my time (and it wasn't long cos i was pretty hungry), filled my bowls with multi-grains cornflakes with dried fruits, some sunflower seeds, and broke a cake of weedbix into my bowl and i was nearly there! Just add 6 slices of peach and 3 spoons of yoghurt and then heaven would fall upon me.

i was about to grab the spoon in the large bowl of peaches, then a dude came up and grabed it before me. plus he was sneaky! So i patiently waited my turn, and i waited and i waited and i waited

there were orginally 20+  slices of peaches in the big glass bowl, and Mr Inconsiderate shamelessly fit all of them into his bowls, which was by then, full, and even added 3 spoons of yoghurt on top of that! acknowledging i was on the edge of losing it, he left after adding his yoghurt, i mean, what else could he possibly add? soy milk? i don't think so

a respectable human being does no such thing!!!!!!!!

dude! i was just behind you and literally breathing down your neck after you added 3 big spoons of peaches in your empty bowl! it's amazing how people are ignorant to international irritative body language. at least leave me 1 spoon of them dude! why did you think i was in line? to have the peace syrup?!

so i ended up with 2 spoons left of yoghurt to add on my dry cereal and no peaches.

lovely morning, isn't it?

go attend Breakfast Etiquette 101 seriously

23rd May 2008. Sunny and breezy. Grafton Hall
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The annual formal dinner of grafton hall.
It was actually nice! Everyone's dressed up nicely and grand.
Used 5 mins to put my make-up on (mascara and eyeliner is totally all that i can endure and bear), i guess i looked decent enough for a formal dinnner, hopefully.
The food was exceptionally nice and really really tasty.
White wine was served, we even had 2 jugs of them. Score.






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After that we (me, etta, jessie, melinda, dorofy&clarify, susan, ks, carol, bobbie) headed to the mexican cafe for drinks. didn't get drunk (which i don't mind) cos the drinks are so damn expensive.
had 2 jugs of magaritas and 1 jugs of red wine cocktail shared among 6 people




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i just realise that you can't just click to enlarge the photos.
so check out my facebook cos i've uploaded most of them there
and feel free to knock yourselves out

since when have i become so indecisive?

for the fourth time: i've changed my english essay topic
which means my effort yertesday and the day before was all wasted
i just couldn't work on it, it seems easy but then when  i started to type my notes into sentences
it didn't work out for me and i was so not satistfied with my work.

essay topic #1 was:
"The impulse to melodrama and romance, the natural human tendency to divide the world into heroes and villains, is perilous in life, but it can be an excellent foundation for art. The indispensable prerequisite for enjoying the Faerie Queene is an unembarrassed love of romance."

unembarrassed love of romance huh?!
i could write about stupid they-live-happily-ever-after bullshit, but then it's not convincing
at least it's not convincing me.

so then i changed it (#2):
"Red Cross, though of the elect, is a sinner, everyman."

this, once again, seems easy. but then it's a knight for god's sake. he's supposed to be flawless.

so i work between romance --> sinner --> romance --> sinner until i'm all confused and pissed off

and at around 8pm today (essay due tmr 4pm)
i've finally settled on writing on sinner.
which is not a great choice (the best i can do) by the way

all of this sounds familiar right?
cos it all happened last week when i was working for my classics essay

something's wrong with me
i. was. not. indecisive. what. the. hell. this. is. wasting. my. time.
i've made up my mind about giving up but then it haunts me in my dreams.

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and i feel so cheated and betrayed man...lol
i checked on HMV today that they sell audiotraffic cd for HK$99 with FREE shipping...
and here it costs $110 with $55 handling fees while the stamps on my package value only $22.1.....

dude, not cool!

so there i was, after exhausting myself with classes and lectures
waiting in line for my dinner
i could smell the lovely scent of sesame oil from afar
which i later confirmed that it came from the veges
it was half past 5 and i was starving
there was not much to do in line
looking around, moving along, getting taste-buds ready
while i was looking around, something caught my eyes
something special caught my eyes indeed
my name!
my very name in the list which meant i had a parcel at office!

i shoved my dinner into my stomach
hoping time flew as fast as my dinner travelled down my throat
unfortunately, reality doesn't work that way
6pm to 6.30pm was the most agonising half hour

finally the office re-opened
somone needed to fax something, making me second in line
i could see my parcel from the glass window
it was just at my fingertip yet it was not mine yet
i couldn't wait anymore
i asked "could i just get my parcel, PLEASE?"
rushing inside the office, i spotted this white thing with alive not dead on it.
this is the most beautiful white package i've ever seen
and it's mine.

audiotraffic has finally arrived at my doorstep.













i believe i am the happiest person on earth today