Panthera Sapiens Ellipsis: The Blog

It’s just a few more days more to my departure, as my kid sister reminds me every morning now. She’s begun a kind of countdown, and she doesn’t seem too happy that it’s in single digits. I suppose this is the place to mention that I walk her home nearly every day (when I remember to do it) and it’s become a kind of habit. A rather easy one to break, by the way. I spent the morning packing up my bags; all my worldly goods can fit into two bags quite easily, and I’m not even bringing half of what I have. Granted, half of what I have is most certainly junk; looking through my wardrobe just now unearthed a whole set of things that I’ve never seen for a long time. I’ve begun my wash-and-wear lifestyle in earnest: one set of clothes on me, one in the washer/on the hanger/in the cupboard to wear. Everything else has been folded (kind of neatly but not very—another habit my mother has been trying for years to make me break) into my suitcase. I’ve had to root out quite a bit of stuff...

I have just realized that I have exactly one week, more or less, left to spend on this little island I’ve called home for the last seven years or so. And my week promises to be a very busy one: I’ve clothes to buy (Jack tells me that Survey has lots of cheap clothing there), toiletries to buy, ATM cards to apply for (the campus has ATM machines), dental appointments to attend, a car workshop to snore through, one last church service to go through…I don’t often quote, but right now C. S. Lewis’ opinion that ‘there is a “rumness” [strangeness], a ghostliness, about even a Windsor chair when it says, “You will not see me again”’ is quite applicable to me. (He wrote it about the time when he was leaving his boarding school; he strongly disliked it.) Wolf just got back from Singapore , if I’m right. At any rate I first saw him online yesterday afternoon, and within five minutes he was accusing me of wealth, which I denied quite decidedly. He’s rich, if you like; he’s gone to Singapo...

I can’t think of any suitable title for this post yet, so I’ll just type the post out and decide on the title later. It’s probably due to my current mood—anger. I can never concentrate on anything except myself and the object of my anger when annoyed in any degree whatsoever except the slightest ones. This happens especially when practicing the piano; even a mosquito can cause a grand mal irritation, leading to loads of mistakes, leading to more irritation, which equates to what physics would call a chain reaction; the end result (triggered by any person nearby) is not necessarily nuclear but can be explosive. I’d say that the above goes for pretty much anybody else; look at some of Way or Frozen Wind’s posts. (Females seem to be somewhat immune to the above phenomenon; I’ve never yet seen the least hint of a grumble on Aiming or Pooh’s posts. Irene, unraveled is another matter.) At the moment, I’m decidedly angry, but since I subscribe to the notion that one shouldn’t wash one’s...

I went last night to the first ever class reunion I have ever gone to. I’ve read something about these gatherings, and they generally take place after college, and after a multiple of five years. I wonder who made up those rules. The reunion was held at a pizza place near where the Pig lives (he didn’t attend because of The Name List Of Doom) and cost me ten bucks for four slices of various pizzas, all the Coke I could drink, a bowl of soup, and a few pieces of garlic bread. Quite worth it in my sight. It was nice to meet all my old classmates and find out what they’ve been doing; apparently, I was the only one there apart from Jack who’s about to leave the island soon. Those who were going overseas must’ve made a pact to leave as early as possible. I also took some time to discuss a few academic questions with Kelvin and Herr Robson, and apparently they agree (without knowing it, of course) with my mother: I should take Biology instead of Further Math in the A Levels....

I must say that I really regret not learning to drive earlier. It’s not that I particularly want to drive, but it’s in my nature to want to finish something before beginning something else; which is most likely the reason why I hate movies and books with loose ends untied. Anyway, I’m going to finish learning driving sooner or later certainly; just not in good old KK. I’ve accepted the offer from KTAR that they sent a few days ago, and as a direct result of that, I shall have to return to my old home place by the beginning of next month. To be painfully precise, I shall be installed in the KTAR campus hostel by the second of May, along with as many possessions as I can fit into a couple of large bags, including a pillow and my blanket as well as toiletries (none of those are included in the hostel room). I shall be doing my A Levels in Science, but I have no idea what I shall choose; I think I shall finally abandon the idea of Biotechnology (Biology has always been my worst ...

Yes, that title is a perfectly grammatical sentence. Not that I wouldn’t use it if it weren’t. If you’re reading this post and you’ve been to this blog before, you’ve probably noticed the changes in the layout. If you haven’t, you can take my word for it. Either way, this is how this blog plans to stay until I decide to change it again, which probably will not be for another six or seven months. When I decide to change the layout, I’ll inform you; however, I don’t think I’ll do that for a long time. The HTML code was, colloquially speaking, hell to do. I don’t know how the website designers work. Anyway, I’ve postponed my plans to take the test on Saturday; I’ll be taking it this week, preferably Tuesday or Wednesday. It was mostly because my sister’s schedule raised problems, but also because I decided to postpone it a bit, too. I have become my ex-school’s unofficial Mooting advisor. The case this time involves a pair of Siamese twins and the doctor who separated the...

I’ve recently gone for the first of my driving lessons; it took me all Saturday morning and seemed to last an unbearably long time, no thanks to the instructor’s limited Power Point skills. At any rate, I was at least pleasantly surprised to see an ex-classmate (just released from The Name List Of Doom) also there, also with my tutor. Not that I’ve any feelings for her, but it’s nice to have someone you know around when in an unfamiliar place. The food at the place, extremely shockingly, was good. I suppose the people had had lots of years’ experience (the lady looked at least two centuries old). At least it was edible and worth the three bucks or so, although I must say I wished it were cheaper. I plan to go for the exam this Saturday with my sister, since I’ll certainly have more time to study the material—I’m free all day most days, after all. Night is another matter, what with my tuition and church activities. It’s a little inconvenient, especially considering that most ...