this week has been a lovely respite… i almost dread school starting up again. tomorrow marks the first day i begin work again after this week-long sabbatical, much-deserved maybe, but they cheated us of two days of chinese new year. and yes, i’m still a little bit sore about that. but i’m still going into town to buy my bag (finally!!) and check out the new phones, since some stupid law student had the moral degeneracy (yes, this is a word) to grab my phone from the school toilet. the nicest phone i ever had in my entire life is gone. i hope she likes it and the way my face is on the display. why do people steal phones that do not have chargers and a dead battery? especially since it’s not nokia or a brand with some similarly interchangeable and easily-found charger for all their phones. ha, i hope it dies out on her and she doesn’t know how to use it. stupid woman. yes, i am still feeling vindictive, even though it’s been three weeks since it was gone. since it has never occurred to me ever to steal anything of worth, i.e. handphones, wallets, or even a dinner bill when you could just walk out, it is inconceivable to me that there are such people around, even in law school. but there are dishonest people everywhere i guess (and i am still resisting the urge to call the woman a (insert swear word here). and yes, it was a female, cos i left the phone in the female toilet. duh. STUPID %*^*&$^).
i am very bitter, yes. over people’s dishonesty, and my stupidity.
bumped into haireez yesterday while exploring the little-known area of pasir ris (also known as One End of the Earth), who was on his way home, while we were on the way to tampines mall in order to catch protege. j felt very cheated that the screens in tampines are actually bigger than the screens in lido. i find that rather amusing myself… but anyway, yes, i agree with the reviews. quite the best movie in that vein to come out since infernal affairs, perhaps slightly grittier in the way it focused more on the drugs and its ironies rather than the good-vs-bad, police-vs-drug-dealer sort of way. there isn’t so much balance, and the story is not about the struggle with identities as a cop and as a drug dealer. protege humanises these antagonists, who have their own fears and feelings and are, despite all they do, quite human. it always strikes me as ironic how the same values — loyalty, courage, intelligence, trustworthiness — are identified on both sides of the coin.
anyway yesterday felt like a real holiday. a weekend getaway, of sorts.
drinks at ben’s house turned out to be a riotous gambling den, where ben refused to budge from under the fortune boy hanging from his ceiling and subsequently won a few hundred bucks. risk-takers galore, since michelle managed to lose $30 by betting $10 at a time when ben managed to pull two aces. me, i escaped with a grand total of $28 with a start-up of $25, making my profit a grand total of $3, which is not bad considering everyone else was in the red. if i’d not played, though, it would’ve been $30+. ah well, but you win some, you lose some. anyway the angbao money wasn’t even yours to begin with, yes?
hope jo was touched by the cake (: my lenten resolution is not to eat rice. considering i’m a rice bucket, quite literally, i don’t know how i’ll survive. other carbs, maybe, but rice is always the most comforting and the food i turn to whenever i think of home. which admittedly now is not very often, but we all get homesick once in awhile. not for the house per se, or even the people who live in it (and i sound terribly callous now) but memories of the home it used to be and the things it stood for. eating rice reminds me what an ideal home should be, like that rice commercial with kit chan in it and her grandfather taking rice for her saying, duo1 chi1, duo1 chi1, with the yellow dinner light all around that passes off as warmth. something like that, anyway.
february is ending. where does all the time go?