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A Fish Wrote ‘The Satanic Verses’!

January 26th, 2006 by lynnylchan under Uncategorized

From my Social Psychology lecture:

“Our lives teach us who we are.” Salmon Rushdie.

And all this time I thought they were only good for making sushi, sashimi, and smoked slices for my salad!

Facing the ennui that comes with an impending holiday, and still having to go for classes. Bah. Tonight would seem like a nice opportunity to immerse myself further in the ‘Lost’ series, but I have a stats lecture and tutorial tomorrow and must force my brain into difficult intellectual activities. Positive liberty sucks.

Today I went for my regular volunteer slot at an Activity Centre for the intellectually disabled, and we went for a loooong walk around the neighbourhood. Some of the clients of the centre (as they’re called) are a bit on the slow-moving side, because of their body posture and such. The whole bunch of clients sets out together, forming a long column on the pedestrian pathway, and because they walk in pairs, there tends not to be much space for other people to pass by.

The sight of other residents squeezing past us and then striding off to their urgent business is a usual one, if a bit disheartening. Of course they have to squeeze past us, but it’s almost as though they wish we wouldn’t be taking up space on the path. No one stares anymore, though, because these walks are a daily occurrence. Today we went past the kindergarten on the ground floor, and puzzled the teachers inside by hammering on the doors and windows as they went past. Their windows were closed, probably because they have air conditioning or something. At one point, a teacher opened the door to see what was making all the noise. Hehehehe.

Further on, we passed by a Chinese medicine shop, where the proprietor caused a bit of a traffic jam by holding out a basket of sweets and tiny mandarin oranges, so the clients could take them as they went past. I was later informed by one of the teachers at the centre that the proprietor had been doing this for some time, and not just because it’s Chinese New Year. I took a sweet on behalf of a client, but she gave it back to me. I ate it in lecture.

It looks like the Chinese New Year hot weather has returned. Bah. So much for it being cooler and cloudier this year. It’s always so stuffy, going to visit relatives in a car that becomes an oven of glass and steel. Even with the air conditioning on full blast, those radiation-laden sun rays manage to find a way around our window shades and slowly roast us as we sit in the car. Oh gosh, on the bus back, I’ll be sitting on the east side, right at the mercy of the morning sun. Bah bah bah piffle.

The Resident Fellow just knocked on my door. Apparently it’s a routine check. Of what, I don’t know, since he barely stepped foot into my room. Well, there’s no boyfriend hiding under the bed, no illegal undeclared refrigerator, and even if I’d left my bottle of vodka on the shelf, he wouldn’t have been able to see it anyway. Maybe they were looking for illegal squatters, that would explain why I saw a girl moving her stuff out just now. Met them on the stairs, I did.

I wonder what the RF thought of my “Trespassers Butchered” sign. I know my mother finds it highly contradictory, since the violent message is transmitted by a sweet smiling bunny. In other news, the China girl living next door had her parents down for the festival, and the father was delightedly recording her room on his camcorder. My dad would probably just wander down the hall and read newspapers. Not that I’m complaining.

Happy Lunar New Year to everyone, anyway.