Thursday, March 14, 2002

So it has ended.

The only comfort I can get, I guess, was that it was never meant to be.

All the while I thought I had already 'reached' my destination, and I would be showing her the way, but it turns out she's the one who is more sensible in the know and I'm still this... petulant little kid.

I feel like my spine's been pulled out of me.

Monday, March 11, 2002

"It never fails, I just waxed her again this morning" - Calvin, after another 'routine' crash, thereby rendering him no way out except to explore the planet that he has crashed on.

Haha, I have this on pic as my startup too.

You are Spaceman Spiff!
Zounds! You are the intrepid Spaceman Spiff, the engaging explorer ensconsed in an unending universe of exotic and evil extraterrestrials! You're brave, but you should give that dictionary a rest.
Take the What Calvin are You? Quiz by!

Has anyone noticed before that his hair is swept back like there's a gale of wind as his ship accelerates, but he's inside his ship, which would technically mean an enclosed canopy and no wind? Just wondering, heh.
Move along now, people -

I have just finished the email for her.

Sunday, March 10, 2002

Of Fudges, fens and ... A&E -

What a day it has been today. Just got back from A&E Chelsea and Westminster Hospital, cuz I had a bit of dust lodged in my eye, and it was upsetting that it wasn't coming out despite numerous flushes. Think eye-ops, one-eye jack, and lots more, so I gritted my teeth and made my way to A&E. Waited a good 3 hours, turns out the nasty bit was stuck on the inner of my eye-lid and not my eyeball, hence all the wait to see doctors and all. Must admit the Filipino chap attending to me has stuck in my mind. Besides the fact that he was the one who eventually helped me get it out, his cheery nature and ready grin and his asian looks... well it was comforting since all I saw around me then were sad, sick ang-mohs. Think we shared the same outlook too, the I-can't-believe-I-am-in-London feeling, hence the cheery disposition. Or rather, I think I used to share that type of feeling, wearing off a bit now, but constant reminders everywhere to tell me to cherish every single moment. And perhaps he was just looking forward to his holiday in 2 days' time (which he disclosed so readily to me when we met in the grocers opposite and chatted.) I wish you well, Sir :)

London in the still of Saturday midnight was certainly quite a sight, pubs a-crawling, newspapers deliveries, trash being cleared...

Cropped up to me a few times now, that its sometimes hard to imagine that here I am, living amongst Europeans, whom perhaps just two generations ago, were still quite legitimate colonial masters. My Grandad certainly wouldn't have thunk of this, and I cannot imagine what is there to be for two generations after me. :)

And to backtrack right to the start, trip to Cambridge was certainly an eventful day today... Lost our way in the morning, had to call the coach-leader, who had left, to wait up whilst we sped to meet them in a cab; then upon arriving, took a 2 hour walking tour despite an urgent call of nature; had a very interesting walking tour; wind was very strong, been the most extreme since I've arrived; got dust blown into my eye; had fudge (mmm...); and finally to A&E shortly after I got back (missed dinner) and now back here typing all this.

Supper, anyone?