a lizard lives beneath.

a lizard lives beneath.

that's right. beneath the keyboard, that is. i've come to the conclusion that if i can't go out with friends for the time being, they can still come over all the same. not that [after all these years] anyone knows where my house is. but i guess that's all the more reason for them to come. the days are getting shorter, and my semester's going to commence in little over a week. so far, it's been less than fun. i want to go out and...lepak. i never thought i'd use that word ever.

he who has a headache, is the headache. at least i managed to get a group together for the chinese orientation. all 4 of us. whoopee. you'd expect people to be more enthusiastic. all in all, i don't want to shove the biz council into areas where it's not really needed. getting a group together over such a short period of time is bad enough as it is; the fact that the chinese students' club in college already has something planned is a headache in itself...but, seeing how they're all gonna eventually be the business faculty's students...i guess we don't have much of a choice. and seeing how i'm the standalone authoritative figure until helen gets back...i guess i can't say
"no"...not that i was given a choice.

it pours in southern california. i met one of our exam moderators yesterday. he's slavic, but based in australia. to quote him: "i've never seen rain like this before". but he had a smile on his face, and there was this expression of awe on it. his fifth time in malaysia, by the way. the group of biz councillers [that sounds lame] had a short chat with him and another moderator, during the time where it was disclosed that:

#1: i'm not exactly a purebred malaysian [but somehow, someone had the impression that i was mixed]
#2: i only fully utilize the accent when i'm around foreigners
#3: i'm an arse.

oh, well. i don't mean to be full of myself, but...good job, you. i think we managed to dazzle the moderators into thinking that we're wunderkinds of a different nature.

take me shopping, poppa. i need a sweater. more black t-shirts [i'm in that mood again]. and a pair of those funky wide-toed adidas trainers. but those cost a bomb. i also need more breakfast cereal [i'm addicted to frosties, for some unknown reason]. and, uh...yoghurt. i don't think i want to be seen with a family that buys tongkat ali in its convenience-powder form or its ginseng complement anytime soon.

tally ho.

heeeey...that newspaper collecting dude's got some funky blowhorn music.