Recall: The "don't-know-what" made an uninvited feast/stroll/attack on both my arms, and left thigh (mostly on my left arm) and left behind a whole lot of itchy spots last Tuesday and I'm still stucked with these itchy spots and the mystery of the invader(s).Whether knowingly or unknowingly, scratching of my left arm becomes (temporarily) part of me (I try not to but it just happened naturally).SUNDAY (1/5/2005)
As I scratch, I had brunch at Ding Tai Feng restaurant.
As I scratch, I coaxed Xian try out a pair of "weird-looking" jeans (the jeans is just very slight baggy with lower & perhaps slightly bigger pockets - that's all! How weird-looking can it be? Trust me, it's a very decent pair of jeans - it's just that he is insusceptible to things that will change his look)... and guess what, he told me: "Eh, very fit... Not bad hor..." and "Of course lah, I have good taste mah..." was my reply. Anyway, I bought him that jeans...
*Buay ta han... sometimes shopping with him can make me vomit blood*
As I scratch, I chatted with my uni friends over bbq with tons of food (as usual, cannot finish and the remains would probably be enough to feed the host over the next few days or so). This time round, it's not just normal bbq food, but upgraded ones - it's no longer just sweet potatoes, it's Japanese sweet potatoes; no longer hot-dogs but expensive sausages; the inclusion of large, flat Japanese mushrooms, peppers, etc... with dessert wine, wild-berries and mango sorbet, etc... (it's a welcomed change and the person who bought these nice stuff will most likely be arrowed to do so again at the next bbq gathering BUT of course, we'll need to fork out more).
MONDAY (2/5/2005)
As I scratch, I heard the sad news of the demise of Dr. Wee Kim Wee and mourned over the loss of a former ordinary-enough-to-be-related-by-all President. Frankly, the mourning part is only for a minute... subsequently...
As I scratch, I thought about why people only gets remembered, gets the fame and recognition (e.g. artist/musician), gets the attention, etc... only after their death?
TUESDAY (3/5/2005)
As I scratch, I met my supervisor for a short update about the progress of my research.
As I scratch, I found out that my supervisor had been so busy that he had forgotten to submit my progress report and that was why my stipend was stopped.
As I scratch, I tell myself that the itch will soon go away... hopefully!