Panthera Sapiens Ellipsis: The Blog

The past few days haven't been exactly the best of my life; it's taken me about three days to get over a miniature panic and depressive phase, no thanks to the University (which started it off really). It's not the nicest thing in the world to receive an email that tells you that your application to remain in the hostel has been rejected, and especially when you know you can't argue with that statement because even you can rationalise about why you should be rejected anyway... In any case, yes, it looks as if I won't be living in Fifth Hun for 60 days after all: quite a bit less really. After all, I can't waltz back into the hostel around the 2nd of August when I was supposed to hand in the keys to an empty room on the 15th July (that, according to Herr Robson, is the correct date to surrender the ownership of the room). Which now leads to me frantically Googling and asking various people if they've managed to stay in the hostel and wondering how come they m

I'm predicting that the WordPad file I'm currently typing all these bloggings on will grow quite freakishly huge by the time August rolls around and I actually start posting all this up; by which time, of course, it'll all be sadly outdated and be of no interest whatsoever except to whatever obsessive person decides to read it. After all, even I know that reading another person's entire life musings borders on the extreme side of interest. At any rate... well, I'm now in Fifth Hun, with all my family except Gobbler and the Empress. Tomorrow is my mom's birthday and we're all going out for steak, on the condition that we dress up for the occasion. Maybe I'll make a card, except I don't have anything to make it with. More likely I'll get a tub of vanilla icecream from the store tomorrow and sprinkle Oreos and M&M's into it and make a sort-of-Flurry. I like those things. I don't know what the two youngest siblings have in mind, but it

I had a rather disagreeable morning. First of all, my phone woke me up; although I did set its alarm clock to go off at 6.30am, I never find it pleasant to be woken up by any artificial means. It's just a pity my biological clock thinks the day begins at noon, is all. And then I shut the singing thing off and dozed off, and next thing I knew it was 7.30am and I had to wake up because I needed to get some stuff done (that stuff will be the subject of the next few paragraphs). Now this was a bad thing because I was being woken up artificially for the second time in one morning and because I had no time for a shower (which I had somehow forgotten to take last night and was planning to take in the morning). Well, so that was that for waking up. Breakfast cheered me up enough that I managed to get my passport, passport-sized photographs, and some money together and went off to A. Park--interestingly enough, there are places in Malaysia with English official names--to apply for a visa.

Well then. It's less than a week before I set off to Fifth Hun, where I shall summarily put these musings up online, and then backdate them so that it appears to the unknowing eye that I have, indeed, somehow been blogging while everybody else that I know online believes that I've taken an heretofore unthinkable absence; but, somehow, the Internet doesn't seem quite so necessary to one's existence after the first four or five days of lacking it. While I do deplore my inability to communicate with people halfway 'round the globe, it's certainly no mean compensation that I now get to listen to the Coconut's voice instead of MSNing. Granted I only hear it over the span of 48 hours a week, but still it's something. As far as meeting people goes, though... I've still no idea where to meet Chronicles. Anywhere near a bookshop isn't the best of ideas, since knowing us we'll just go on an I-want spree and get completely derailed from catching up on t

A holiday really isn't everything it's cracked up to be. Sure, you get the free time without stresses and homework and such, but after you've lived with those for four months straight and capped it all out with three weeks of the most intense late nights and early mornings that you've had all semester, waking up late and sprawling about really does take awhile to get used to. Not to mention that I'm really rather attached to my Internet and my forums, all of which I've had to take an absence from; it's not perhaps the most earthshaking of events, but then again in my little world, almost anything can be earthshaking. I've found myself stopping dead in a walk just because I noticed that a nearby branch wasn't moving and that there wasn't any wind around. I've also stopped for cats on fences, sudden gusts of wind, cars honking madly, and the occasional person I recognise (who recognised me first). The last occurs fairly rarely, which when you c