Sunday, April 04, 2004
Where's the sense in that?
I've never really been comfortable holding eye contact with anyone; when I was a kid I was always guilty of the heinous sin of Not Making Eye Contact, according to my Imperious Mother. (Who also forced me to Enun-ci-ate) As I grew older, I learnt the knack of making contact, looking slightly beyond their eyes to a point slightly behind their head. Smiling. Nodding. Calmly doing the things which indicated that I was listening. Seasoned veteran of life that I am now (I wish) it's not difficult anymore. It may not be comfortable, but it's perfectly tolerable. (I suppose one day I'll get to that level with reflexology lol)
There're very few gazes I'm afraid to meet.
Except the ones which open floodgates; which threaten to overwhelm. Which, perhaps might reveal a side of me that wants to drown.
*******
Okay, someone explain this to me.
I buy a twentypound dollar simcard, and when it grinds down to two dollars it stops me sending text messages.
sure, I can still call people. And I can still get calls and text messages. But apparently two dollars is the magic threshold below which text messages become too dear to send.
So, 1 day before it was due, I lost touch with the world here.
*******
To add insult to injury, it appears that my magically re-discovered top-up-card, which expires in 2006 will really expire in Sep 2004 if i use it. I was near-tempted to commit tele-homicide today speaking to the wonderfully polite Starhub operative with the voice of a sinful answerphone.
*******
Today was spent asleep, packing, bumming briefly at best friend's place (evicted, alas for the cause of Mahjong) and dashing madly across the island in search of an electronic swashbuckler who'd apparently expended his share of providence and been nabbed by the Powers that Be. (hats off moment)
After a family chilli-crab, and a concerted flurry of movement I'm all packed and ready to go now.
Except that I've got two job apps to do, and an ATLS manual to read. (Why do we call them Manuals, Ken? Cos it's like learning a bloody martial art, that's why)
I didn't get to run anyone through with a sword this hols, but nonetheless it's been wonderfully restful and devoid of anything resembling serious thought.
Slight hiccup at the end, but this handy button (clearscreen) concealed at the base of my neck should do the trick.
I'm ready. Beam me up, spotty. 150 J, stand clear. Charging, oxygen away, I'm away, everyone's away - shocking now.
I've never really been comfortable holding eye contact with anyone; when I was a kid I was always guilty of the heinous sin of Not Making Eye Contact, according to my Imperious Mother. (Who also forced me to Enun-ci-ate) As I grew older, I learnt the knack of making contact, looking slightly beyond their eyes to a point slightly behind their head. Smiling. Nodding. Calmly doing the things which indicated that I was listening. Seasoned veteran of life that I am now (I wish) it's not difficult anymore. It may not be comfortable, but it's perfectly tolerable. (I suppose one day I'll get to that level with reflexology lol)
There're very few gazes I'm afraid to meet.
Except the ones which open floodgates; which threaten to overwhelm. Which, perhaps might reveal a side of me that wants to drown.
*******
Okay, someone explain this to me.
I buy a twenty
sure, I can still call people. And I can still get calls and text messages. But apparently two dollars is the magic threshold below which text messages become too dear to send.
So, 1 day before it was due, I lost touch with the world here.
*******
To add insult to injury, it appears that my magically re-discovered top-up-card, which expires in 2006 will really expire in Sep 2004 if i use it. I was near-tempted to commit tele-homicide today speaking to the wonderfully polite Starhub operative with the voice of a sinful answerphone.
*******
Today was spent asleep, packing, bumming briefly at best friend's place (evicted, alas for the cause of Mahjong) and dashing madly across the island in search of an electronic swashbuckler who'd apparently expended his share of providence and been nabbed by the Powers that Be. (hats off moment)
After a family chilli-crab, and a concerted flurry of movement I'm all packed and ready to go now.
Except that I've got two job apps to do, and an ATLS manual to read. (Why do we call them Manuals, Ken? Cos it's like learning a bloody martial art, that's why)
I didn't get to run anyone through with a sword this hols, but nonetheless it's been wonderfully restful and devoid of anything resembling serious thought.
Slight hiccup at the end, but this handy
I'm ready. Beam me up, spotty. 150 J, stand clear. Charging, oxygen away, I'm away, everyone's away - shocking now.
