Chinese New Year Isn't Going According to Plan

I think I should start a sideline business of retrieving keys from doors. Just today I found Kash's keys left in her doorknob, which I subsequently returned to her after some needling about her tendency to lose things.

After a long afternoon of badminton, I find Nuria's keys left in her doorknob. So I took it and now it's hanging from the router plug.


Tonight we'll be going to the kebabs place Masty's for a sorta-Reunion Dinner, considering that we did not manage to get the cook to cook for us, and the hassle it was going to take to do everything last minute. So we'll eat out. Leigh's friend sent her some goodies (which of course she kindly offered to the rest of us) from back home, prompting Nuria to begin her own rendition of the Chinese New Year dong-dong-dong-chiang song. I had to walk past her as she started up, and my facial expression is exactly like the one of Kyle in the previous entry.

This is Leigh unwrapping her boxed present from back home.

This is how pleased Leigh looked with herself as she took out each container in turn. She was really grinning like a ravenous wolf. Cut me some slack if you don't like the metaphor.

Drats! We should have taken some Leadership, Culture and Communication course, it's about 2 AUs worth back home, and it's some oddball module that involves yoga, drawing on mahjong paper and talking about one's feelings. With no exam. Drats! Oh well, we've got Transcreativity which will have musicians, dancers and hypnotists. All this is fun and good, but the other modules are giving us a headache.

So tonight it'll be Reunion Dinner with the people I've seen everyday here for the past 40 days (approx.). I haven't felt the whole homesickness thing yet, though I think it might be time for me to feel a little of it considering that it's Chinese New Year and all. Okay! Since it's Chinese New Year's Eve, and the fact that I'm two-and-a-half hours behind Singapore time, I shall stay up much later than usual to ensure my parents get a long and healthy life. All I ask in return might be that Dad learns patience (so I can emulate him cause I'm beginning to 1. Lose hair, 2. have weird stomach upsets, 3. spill things during dinner and 4. give off kan cheong vibes), and Mom learns to chill and not worry about things that need to worrying about. By the way Mom, I've been trying to get you for the past few hours but you're not in the office, dad doesn't call me back and sis doesn't remember about my free incoming. So I can't reach you.

Right now the Indian students (I always feel a twinge of guilt whenever I write stuff like that, cause of all the racial harmony national education back home, in my head now "Indian" has connotations of race and not nationality - which is what I mean here, nationality, not race, Miss Jacobs should be eating her foot now, fancy calling me a rascist and believing that evil fucktard of a kid - I've been traumatized for life and approach matters of race with trepidation) are outside playing another game of cricket. We still don't understand how this game can evoke such emotion from the audience and people standing around, but I guess it comes with a certain level of having participated in the game and actually knowing the rules. But still.