Panthera Sapiens Ellipsis: The Blog

"School starts again tomorrow"--that was what, 19 days ago? I've been lax, haven't I? but I've also been busy, busy, there's so much to be done and so much more to plan for--these are times when there isn't time to do much but keep on doing, doing, doing until one falls over into bed and cannot even reminisce over the day that has just past before tiredness claims one's consciousness. Admittedly I'm exaggerating, just a little bit, but then-- This, I warn you, will be a long post. 19 days is three weeks--or very nearly so--and with the hectic nature of these past weeks, I have many, many events to record. In fact I probably have few events to record, but I'll be going into them with my customary amount of detail, which will simply fluff them up all the more. Thus--we begin with the first day of school, on which I had only two hours of classes because the labs and tutorials don't start until the second week of school, at least; this semester...

School starts again tomorrow--it feels sometimes as if my whole life has been a long series of repetitions of schools restarting. This blog certainly has had a lot of schools restarting in it--considering I've been in school for quite awhile, that's understandable. And with two semesters a year, you'd think I'd get used to having school restart and end by now; but I haven't. It's still change, however expected, and will still take some readjusting to. I spent pretty much most of the weekend with family: most of Saturday and nearly all of Sunday. But I'm getting ahead of myself--there's at least 2 days undocumented between the last post and Saturday, so I shall get to them. Let me see. The last post was Wednesday, the day on which Herr Robson moved out of the hostel where he'd been squatting and into the room which he is currently renting, outside the campus; it costs him about SGD260 a month, and is a rather cramped little space--not at all to my lik...

It is fourteen days since my last post, so I'll start this one off by wishing the Empress a happy 21st--I hope it turns out better for her than it did for me, and I expect it probably will too: I've already completely forgotten how my 21st birthday went. (I just spent a few minutes reading how it went. Apparently nothing at all occurred.) ...well, then, let's see. 14 days, two weeks; what's happened in that two weeks? A great deal, I must say. This post is going to be a rather long one, so I might as well type it today since the rest of this week promises to be rather less than refreshing. I returned to Spore last July the 20th, and there was a camp on July the--let me see--the--oh dear, my memory's definitely failing me these days, but I'm relatively sure it was the 22nd to the 24th of July; it was for the University's branch of Campus Crusade, since I'm one of the Bible study group leaders (it's how I tend to explain my role, since saying "SM...

I returned to Spore yesterday; it was another 7-hour journey, during which I dozed fitfully and ate and drank very, very little--I try to avoid heavy eating just before and during travelling: the whole process is bad enough without the risk of travel sickness. Let us see--the last post was July the 9th--that's about two days before I left Patience for KL... well, then, let us take up the story there. What happened? Let me try to recall--ah, yes, it was Thursday. Well, little of note occurred: I got into an argument with the kid brother that resulted in us not talking to each other (in fact we still haven't talked to each other) that mostly centered around him never listening to what I say unless it increases his level of comfort, and thus landing himself in a large pile of discomfort (and I-told-you-so's) and when I refused to listen to his demands for comfort (read: my laptop), he went into a fuss and stopped talking to me entirely. Not much of a loss, admittedly; his conv...

I'm quite badly tired out. I think it may be due to me not having woken naturally since the family arrived--I've been wakened every morning before ten by an overly cheerful voice, occasionally accompanied by a whap to the stomach (and, admittedly, my abdomen is sizable) or pats on the arm or back--my sleeping position is on my belly, limbs splayed out (right hand beside head, left arm around pillow, right leg curled up, left leg straight out), and apparently this is a position that greatly invites people to wake it by physical contact. While I generally hold no objections to physical contact (except from people I have some animosity towards, or am unfamiliar with, or simply don't usually touch), the circumstances make it somewhat less than appreciated. And add to that the fact that the kid brother and I have still been helping to move heavy objects around--although the weight is decreasing, the work is still tiring--and that we commonly stay up 'til 1am watching The Nan...

The electricity got cut off again the night before last: the third time in a week and on the same day as the previous post, too; it was terribly annoying, especially since it was night and everything was dark as well as humid. But the afternoon was okayish, because a short time after the previous post, the family was bundled into the car and we went off mall-strolling until we found a KFC with WiFi, upon which we settled in for the next three hours, during which we caught up on as much as possible of life beyond these shores--the nature of the family's lifestyle means that a large part of all our contacts live in a different time zone or continent altogether. I watched Transformers 2 last night; it was pretty good, even if it began to start throwing out--I can't decide if those were loose threads or plot holes or sequel hooks--near the end of it, what with suddenly having teleportation and robot ghosts (plus an afterlife!) and the idea of lineages and robot families (I can'...

It has been a month since I typed the above post, or very nearly so; it's not all me being my procrastinating self really since I only got my laptop back yesterday (it was with a technician for the past two weeks) and I'd not thought to do the typing during the two weeks before that. Also, the laptop was a bit busted up: some time after the previous post, I had a fit of destructive experimentation (it's what I call it when I get the idea to study something by completely taking it to pieces, though usually it's limited to rather more easily replaced things) and began unscrewing the laptop in an effort to see if its internal bits were running okay. The Pig, when told about it, decided I needed semi-professional-bordering-on-amateur help (apparently he started his university days as a computer engineering student before deciding he hated studying electronics and switched to mechanical engineering), and so I screwed everything back on and took the whole lot to his house the...