I can smell danger

There was this poster sale in my uni.


I'm talking about HUGE posters. They were posted all over outside the caf, some onto cardboards then latched onto walls.





Anyway, it was unbelievably windy today.
As I was walking with Khoa towards the caf, I noticed two posters which had been pasted on thick box-type cardboards and taped onto a lamp post. The wind blew and one of the posters started moving and was lifted off the ground but still clung onto the lamp post.


I went, "Whoa, I hope it doesn't break off and kill someone."

The moment I said that, it broke off and everyone stared in horror as it flew right towards this group of students who were sitting not too far away.


We held our breaths when it slammed right onto another lamp post, just narrowly missing this girl's head.

It was so loud because it smacked the lamp post with great force . . . man. . I can still hear it in my head!





Khoa just stared at me with his jaw open wide.



The whole day he was going, "Lish can predict bad things. She said that the poster was gonna fly and it flew!! I'm gonna stick with her now. I may be able to cheat death," and "Hey, Lish, do you sense any dangers?"
I'd go, "Yes, keep your eyes on that sign board. It's out to get us."

BUAHAHAA! I crack myself up! *dabs a tear away*





I don't claim to have any danger senses. I'm not spiderman. Or spiderpig.

Anyho.


The only other time I had such a reaction was back in my secondary years.
We had our math papers back and everyone was going around the class comparing marks, because you know, we're Asians.

Anyway, I had this sudden looming feeling of impending doom so I turned to Sharon and went, "Something bad's going to happen."

THEN the lights went off due to a power failure.
I think Sharon freaked out a little because she went, "Omigawd! Omigawd! Omigawd!!"
If that's not freaking out, then I'm not sure what to call it.


Okay, in both cases, it wasn't the end of the world or anything.
Yeah, well, you'd better be glad that they weren't. *shakes fist at your ungrateful face*


Now that I think of it, it's probably a good thing that I can't really predict misfortunes.
I'd either have no friends or have crazy people as friends.
If you're crazy, you attract crazy people, it's that simple.


But then, if I had such a power, I could probably harness it one way or another and rule the world . . .

OR

Be part of awesomous HEROES :D
yes, 'awesomous' is not a word and no i will not correct it. Say it! It's catchy!!

When the cows come home . . .

Lately I've been rather . . . well, unsatisfied with life.


I know that I don't usually write emo entries and I try not to but at the moment, I really want to spill out how I feel.

So leave now if you don't want to read pathetic, petty things.

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It's not that nothing has gone right in my life so far.
I am happy :D

Either that or I'm trying to convince my readers and myself :(


There are a lot of things that are bringing me down.

I try not to think about them but when you're sitting alone in your room, listening to bluesy music, your mind tends to wander back to the little unhappy things have happened recently in your life.


My pracs have not been going so well.
It's been so frustrating that I want to tear my hair out and just cry. I'm not the only one either.
It's been 4 weeks now and I still haven't gotten any results :(

I keep telling myself, 'It's alright . . . there's next week . . . I'll get the results next week!'
But I just keep getting disappointed. I've gotten to a point where I just don't give a damm anymore.


Plus I didn't do well in a test because I've been so very, very careless... mistaking a C for a G and also XhoI for XbaI. I know that I could have scored better. I guess I was being too confident. That really bummed me out.


Also . . . turns out a lot of my fellow classmates have gotten their summer scholarships with a grant of $300 per week.

I missed out on the chance and I know that if I had just signed up and met up with Dr. Able earlier, I would have gotten it too. $300 per week is definitely enough for me to pay my rent and get by!



But at least I've met up with Dr. Able and I know that he'll definitely take me on for the summer to do a project with him.



I know I have to focus on the happier things in my life but it's been one hard week.

I've always enjoyed the independence that I have, especially in uni. I don't have to get stick to a group (no peer pressure, wahey!) and I pretty much get along with most people :)
But this week, I felt a little lonely.
Perhaps I've just been thinking too much but for a while now, I noticed how some friends just well, ignore you when they have their gang around but becomes your best friend when they're alone or when they need your help.

Just the thought of these people dampers my mood a little.

I don't know why.

I feel a little empty inside.

Like something's missing.
But I can't quite put my finger on it.

Maybe I just miss talking to Sharon.
She'd listen to me whine. Right, Sharon? *puppy eyes*

Ahh... I don't know.
Maybe it's something else?

But one thing's for sure, I've lost a bit of my confidence. The confidence to believe in myself.

The confidence to try again.

Hmm.. maybe that's what I'm missing.

Anyway, rant's over.

I hate it when I go on and on about something because I figure in the process I'd figure out what's bothering me then realize I'm no closer to it than when I started.

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Lately I've been listening to a lot of jazz and stumbled upon Olivia Ong who is a Singaporean! She's got a contract with some Japanese music company and I must say I'm really impressed.

I love her soothing clear voice. Perfect for my emo-ness.

She's pretty too :)

Meet Mr. Pumpkin

As weird as it may sound, this old guy that I've met while waiting for the bus gave me a pumpkin!!

:D


Yes. Weird and in a way freaky.

But you haven't heard everything yet!

Slthough it was bright and sunny day yesterday, I was rather down. Blame PMS.
To top that I was late for my group meeting for this scientific poster we had to make.
I stood there waiting for the bus for like 15 minutes but there was no sign of it.


Then this old dude with a long white beard came along, carrying two bags.
He looked at the bus stand then at me before asking, "Have you been waiting for long?"

I wasn't really up for a chat but said yes and that it was late.

Anyway, he didn't seem to notice the foul mood I was in and started chatting away.

There was something about this old man that was a little different.
He had a sparkle in his eye. Like how you'd expect Santa Claus to have.

Before I knew it, I was actually enjoying having a conversation with this man.
I learnt that he loves nature, art, growing things and enjoys writing poetry. He must have been a hippie back in his day because he just seemed like one!!

Halfway through our conversation, he stuck his hand out and went, "I'm Marcus."
He was quite a charming fellow. In fact, he has a lady friend who wants him to marry her!!
Apparently she's like ten years younger than he is and . . . he's 65!!

Mind-boogling! My grandma's only a couple years older and she's so frail and nearly bed-ridden.

This is some random hippie picture I found while googling but he looks somewhat like the old geezer. Isn't the old lady cute? xD

Finally the bus came and we got on. Before he got off to meet his friend for coffee, he asked me meet him in a cafe near the art gallery next Friday at 11. He said that if he wasn't there by 11, then he couldn't make it and he'll come the following Friday. Then he reached ito his bag and gave me one of the pumpkins he grew :)

Talking to him made me realize how money driven everyone else was and how caught up we all can get in our lives that we don't see how simple and beautiful things really are.

He was so cheery and lovely that just the thought of him makes me smile. I know you all think I must be crazy but I don't mind meeting up with him.
I do have a feeling that he might have forgotten me by then though.
But if he does, it doesn't matter either :)

Let's see how it goes, shall we?

I had no idea what to do with the pumpkin but when I got to uni with a pumpkin in my hand, everyone was like, "What on earth is that?" and some people started telling me how to cook it.
Others say it looks really odd. One person said it was the oddest shaped pumpkin he's seen. HAHAHAA!!

. . and I must agree XD

But look what I did to it!

Looks pretty good, no? ;)
And it tasted great too!!