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Sunday, August 20, 2006

The lows:

1) A tutor told me on Friday that doctors will never be chosen to be health ministers - simply because they are too soft-hearted. This really shone through today. The long and short of it is, my iPod nano's irreversably damaged, and it culminated in a feeling so difficult, I had no idea where to grasp it from. Such are the trials we go through. There was no need to even start being angry at the guilty (it was in part my fault as well), and what started off as a generally pissed-off mood quickly washed over to evolve into alarm when the tears came, pity when the words of remorse came, and complete disorientation at the sight of genuine, heartfelt anguish. Truth be told, I can live without it, and in this way, I really could "afford" to have it spoilt - what was I to do? Tried my best to dry it off, feigned that it worked, but each time she saw me it was those same words - that she'd pay for it, that perhaps to someone else would have been acceptable, but no. I never want to become that sort of person. Perhaps in the distant future, an iPod would be but a purchase of whim and fancy to me - but now, for someone else, the stakes are so much higher. I'm doing what I can to remain human in spite of disease and death everyday, and it troubles me that even such a basic act of humanity pulled me into deep thought. Is it really that difficult?

And so here I am. It's been a full day, but the issue still weighs heavily on me. There was no better way of handling the situation, and I'm trying to accept the finality.

Sometimes, things are much easier when there's someone for you to blame.

2) I'm quite ill today. Quite, quite ill. And irritable, grouchy, and irritable, and grouchy. I fucking keep getting ill before the start of each posting, I hate it hate it hate it!!! See. Irritable and grouchy.

3) Trawled u-tube for some of Celine's vegas show snippets, and was extremely upset. A childish behavior. Definitely. I've never wanted something this much - not since those days of boyhood when I wanted that set of stupid sea monkey growing kit or the dumb light microscope set. And the blues totally came in the context of what happened earlier today - why am I getting upset over not being able to watch a concert, when others have so much more to worry about? Upset, mingled with shame. You don't get a chance to see her vegas concert everyday, but then again, there are plenty more things you don't get to do everyday.

The highs: Well, not High high, but a reprieve from all of today's nastiness.

1) Went to a party thrown by Yx's colleague, who's Greek. And ooooh, were we surprised!! Imagine a bachelor, long hair, coffee and cigarettes (and nothing else) for lunch. What would you expect?

We were treated to world-class Greek cuisine.

It was quite a global gathering - Australians, Germans, Greeks, English, Chinese etc. etc. Plenty of meats, savoury delights (the pilaf "pasta" in beef sauce was a runaway favourite for me and Yx), salamis, plenty of cheese, tomato salad with feta (I think) and of course, loads of booze. I particularly enjoyed his shirt, which said "The liver is EVIL, and needs to be PUNISHED". And another one of his cranky antics - he filled his washing machine with ice, and used it to store all the booze!

On a side note, Yx's Prof came late and is still dissed that I beat him at bowling, and remains convinced that I lied about being a greenhorn (I WAS).

2) Haha, this is sooo frivolous, but it definitely upped my evening. One of the Chinese girls at the party kept shooting glances at me, and finally confessed that I look like one of those Hong Kong movie actors. Someone else said that years ago, but I never found out who the hell was trying to imitate me. =p

Wenky
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