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Fuck papayas. (Sunday, November 08, 2009)
*This post is full of insecurities as it seems. I spot many ‘perhaps’ and ‘maybes’. (Or variations that thereof) The humanities program interview looks like some freaky scary shit. I’m actually really keen to get myself immersed into this freaky shit; keener than I thought I really was. I am effectively throwing myself into Slaughterhouse 2010 because it looks genuinely stressful but perhaps I do want to be slaughtered, chopped up and peppered. It looks scarily competitive but I might just thrive on competition. I promise to work doubly hard next year if I get in, really! I’m anti-papaya, especially those that have really thick skin. Trust me, this is not random. I am by no means a random person. Look I want to get in. That’s all. Perhaps I’m being pretentious (maybe even ostentatious since I mention HP); maybe I wouldn’t be able to cope and I’m over-ambitious. Maybe, but why not give it a shot? 2 days to Malacca trip; I might actually be looking forward to it. Perhaps I do really fear/dread parting with 206. I would be the last person on earth to be described as ‘sentimental’ but I hate new experiences, because I’m far from being intrepid. Out with the old and in with the new? Not really. Not intrepid, but insipid. I’m boring and I like routine. And the key factor that proves my insipidity is that I don’t shop! How can one be interesting if one does not master the art of shopping? I went swimming twice in two days. I might be getting tan. I might be getting fitter. I might be turning into a prune. Another boring thing I did this weekend was to implement my upgrade from Young Adult fiction to Adult. Come on, I picked up a decent looking book in the Young Adult section today. It struck me that Hipchip Pomunk was reading it. I was momentarily paralysed. I can’t be reading the same books as my dearest Hippo-Chipmunk mutation! Let’s just say she’s not the smartest kid in town; with no offence meant. (No, actually the previous sentence is practically dripping with offensive undertones) So I proceeded to the Adult section. Nope, I don’t read sappy romance stories or science fiction. So interestingly enough, I actually took a little peek in the Literature section. It didn’t look all that hard. Not really. A book of Jodie Picoult standard (although I would never read her books; with all due respect to the author and her readers) is considered as Literature so I think I might qualify as a reader of literature. (but then again, isn’t everyone technically one?) This post was damn boring. If you had successfully worked your way through the musings pertaining to my reading habits, I think you must have consumed too much caffeine. Someone tell me I’m humorous. Wish me luck for tomorrow; because I want to be in the last class next year. |