i might regret staying up so late to type this in approximately six-and-a-half hours' time, when my too-efficient body clock wakes me up at 0730. which i actually think is an answer to my prayer that i'd wake up each morning to read the bible and pray; whatever it is, at around 0900, depending on how skillfully jemery navigates traffic and traffic lights, i'll either be telling jon to buy me tehohkosongdaizou, or i'll be walking sleepily out of the lecture theatre to do it myself.
of course, i could just save myself the torture and read akt's slides at home but, masochist that i am, i like school. i like being around everyone, just because i can be. plus akt is pretty hot. even though he either believes that his trousers are wrinkle-free or he irons them himself. jon thinks he just doesn't wash them, but i think otherwise, simply because he wears a wedding ring. what faith i have in marriage and women.
plus i'm on food duty for efg, and if i don't go to school joseph is going to lynch me.
but i have to blog, because thursday was a day of perfect moments. like jon telling me that he thinks akt is hot too, and he was going to ask him for his number after lecture, and i told him that he should just email him instead because we can get his number off the law website and jon promised to bcc me a copy of the email he would send. or tris making me and yalan laugh during lunch, my tummy is still feeling the after effects now. seeing the lovely drink stall auntie smiling when i dragged her out into the sun to take a picture with me for the law annual - just because i felt like it.
how justin dropped me off at quentin's after my tutorial just because he had a car and it was raining; how aunty patsy (quentin's mother) made me pumpkin soup and gave me a real baked wholemeal roll - the kind where you can taste the yeast, dense like bread was meant to be, not like the conditioned soft loaves we get nowadays - with butter, for dinner. even though i'd only asked quentin if i could come over on a whim, about an hour and a half before i actually showed up, just because i felt like it, during my equity and trusts tutorial. how it was raining during dinner and i sat opposite the window in the dining room drinking hot pumpkin soup, watching the rain fall with one of the people i love the most in the world, in companionable silence. even scalding my tongue slightly, because i can never wait for these hot liquids to cool down before i drink them. how quentin's mother suddenly popped up next to me bearing a perlini's box which held a silver chain with a cross pendant, as a baptism present.
most of all, it was about being baptised - it only started hitting me on wednesday evening that it was a pretty big thing - jon was like, hey it's like getting married you know? and in a way it was, because people kept smsing throughout the day saying congrats. which was lovely, but rather strange - in a good way. it hasn't really sunk it yet that i'm actually baptised. i told jemery in the car on the way to school today that i shall always be very thankful i met him that sunday he was signing up for baptism class, but really, i suppose God planned the meeting.
and it was about eating supper for the first time in almost three years; real supper, not like the leftover vegetables i would snitch from fridge after late shifts at rouge, not even like the yoghurt and apple pie or the chicken foldover i had after working the 2006 new year shift. nor the cheese on toast/crackers and cheese i'd have on a running day, as well as all the fruit i would eat, like grapes and plums - the easy to eat fruit. just wash and pop it in your mouth. it's never real supper, i think, unless you're having it just because you feel like it. not because you're ravenous after running around serving people too-expensive tiger beer, and you have to eat something you don't really want to because it's supposedly healthier. not that we should just go all out and eat whatever we want to, of course - but everything in moderation, and we do know how much we can afford to eat.
some of jon's pig organ porridge - the liver was overcooked but the consistency of the porridge was just right. and prata. i love prata. surprisingly un-oily, hot and crispy, fish curry with bits of fish in it. as jon kept saying last night, wonderful. (although i do think he was just blown away by the company...) and a chicken pau, from lim kee, the only factory mass-produced coffeeshop pau that tastes good.
as i was telling jon just before we parted, God did create everything - and so we should just enjoy it, for all it's worth. don't wait till you're 50 to search for the meaning of life. it's not that you won't find it, but really, life could be so much better now.
of course, i could just save myself the torture and read akt's slides at home but, masochist that i am, i like school. i like being around everyone, just because i can be. plus akt is pretty hot. even though he either believes that his trousers are wrinkle-free or he irons them himself. jon thinks he just doesn't wash them, but i think otherwise, simply because he wears a wedding ring. what faith i have in marriage and women.
plus i'm on food duty for efg, and if i don't go to school joseph is going to lynch me.
but i have to blog, because thursday was a day of perfect moments. like jon telling me that he thinks akt is hot too, and he was going to ask him for his number after lecture, and i told him that he should just email him instead because we can get his number off the law website and jon promised to bcc me a copy of the email he would send. or tris making me and yalan laugh during lunch, my tummy is still feeling the after effects now. seeing the lovely drink stall auntie smiling when i dragged her out into the sun to take a picture with me for the law annual - just because i felt like it.
how justin dropped me off at quentin's after my tutorial just because he had a car and it was raining; how aunty patsy (quentin's mother) made me pumpkin soup and gave me a real baked wholemeal roll - the kind where you can taste the yeast, dense like bread was meant to be, not like the conditioned soft loaves we get nowadays - with butter, for dinner. even though i'd only asked quentin if i could come over on a whim, about an hour and a half before i actually showed up, just because i felt like it, during my equity and trusts tutorial. how it was raining during dinner and i sat opposite the window in the dining room drinking hot pumpkin soup, watching the rain fall with one of the people i love the most in the world, in companionable silence. even scalding my tongue slightly, because i can never wait for these hot liquids to cool down before i drink them. how quentin's mother suddenly popped up next to me bearing a perlini's box which held a silver chain with a cross pendant, as a baptism present.
most of all, it was about being baptised - it only started hitting me on wednesday evening that it was a pretty big thing - jon was like, hey it's like getting married you know? and in a way it was, because people kept smsing throughout the day saying congrats. which was lovely, but rather strange - in a good way. it hasn't really sunk it yet that i'm actually baptised. i told jemery in the car on the way to school today that i shall always be very thankful i met him that sunday he was signing up for baptism class, but really, i suppose God planned the meeting.
and it was about eating supper for the first time in almost three years; real supper, not like the leftover vegetables i would snitch from fridge after late shifts at rouge, not even like the yoghurt and apple pie or the chicken foldover i had after working the 2006 new year shift. nor the cheese on toast/crackers and cheese i'd have on a running day, as well as all the fruit i would eat, like grapes and plums - the easy to eat fruit. just wash and pop it in your mouth. it's never real supper, i think, unless you're having it just because you feel like it. not because you're ravenous after running around serving people too-expensive tiger beer, and you have to eat something you don't really want to because it's supposedly healthier. not that we should just go all out and eat whatever we want to, of course - but everything in moderation, and we do know how much we can afford to eat.
some of jon's pig organ porridge - the liver was overcooked but the consistency of the porridge was just right. and prata. i love prata. surprisingly un-oily, hot and crispy, fish curry with bits of fish in it. as jon kept saying last night, wonderful. (although i do think he was just blown away by the company...) and a chicken pau, from lim kee, the only factory mass-produced coffeeshop pau that tastes good.
as i was telling jon just before we parted, God did create everything - and so we should just enjoy it, for all it's worth. don't wait till you're 50 to search for the meaning of life. it's not that you won't find it, but really, life could be so much better now.
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