Bohemia Bunny

Baby Harry is now rebelling

September 7th, 2004 by lynn under Uncategorized

My tamagotchi sprouted a punk hairstyle on Sunday and now it’s a teenager, according to its care manual a.k.a. instruction booklet. He’s behaving like a teenager too. He refuses to play games to make him happy, even when he needs to be made happy. He just keeps refusing so I have to give him sweets, which makes him happy, then play. Just like teenagers, forever eating junk. I should know: I ate instant boil-in-the-bag rice for lunch today.

I surprised myself today with a little present: Free time! Today was supposed to be my long day, with 5 hours of lectures, but in the end there was only one 2-hour lecture. That one was a real doozy, the lecturer was still talking about last week’s topic while we, the students, were looking at this week’s lecture notes. My last lecture was cancelled today, it’s one of our “bonus weeks” as I call it. It’s just part of the schedule. It’s always good not to have to go for it because it means cramming myself on a bus to go to the other end of campus. It’s not a lot of fun, but the lecture itself is rather easy.

So after my one and only Tuesday lecture, I had lunch and went to the library. I had lots of readings to catch up on, and it was all for one lecture. If I hadn’t had a grounding in Malay literature, I would be so lost, but thank goodness I do actually understand what he is talking about. And to make sure I still understand, I went and borrowed the book he used from the library. It was heavy, but it was new and had a larger print than usual. I like borrowing newer books because they won’t fall apart while in my possession. You can probably tell that I’m paranoid about this kind of thing.

Speaking of paranoid, some people get the idea into their heads that others are talking about them. Isn’t this a symptom of schizophrenia? I know I think that way sometimes, but perhaps mine is more indicative of megalomania. I have delusions of grandeur.

What happened is this. I was on my way to dinner when I saw a friend from my hometown, who was talking to a local. I asked him in Cantonese, since it’s a dialect we both speak and because what I asked is a traditional Cantonese greeting, if he had eaten. It’s simple. All I did was ask him, “sek chor mei?” It’s both a greeting and, in my case, functional. Well, the local got upset, and accused us of talking secretly. Hmph.

My phone bill came and it was higher than I thought! Meep! At first I was worried about it not coming, because my room number isn’t on the address, and if it doesn’t arrive I can’t pay it and therefore my line will get cut! Argh! Now that it’s here, I’m not happy. But, oh well. Bills must be paid, work must be done… and I’ve revamped the layout because my computer-studying friend said it’s too narrow. So here it is!