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    Wednesday, August 02, 2006

    Time flies...

    The expression so commonly used when one feels that everything is happening too quickly.

    Just wondering: so has anyone found out how many seconds it takes for those little pesky bugs to complete a 100m flight?

    Pardon my lameness.

    The past weekend/week/weeks/months have passed so quickly that it seemed like only yesterday that I finished my exams and started on my FYP.

    It's been close to 3 months. 90 days. 2160 freaking hours. And guess what, school is going to start soon.

    Bugger.

    I've been caught up with moving the past week. Carrying stuff up and down 5 storeys left me with tiny blood clots and bruises on my arms. Menial work is abusive. Literally. But at least I am now back in my old and comfy room that's clean and neat with a shiny varnished floor. What's best is the toilets. They practically tore it down and rebuilt it. Oh how I love clean and nice toilets! Now shower time will be much more of a luxury.

    Then on Sunday, I was invited to a McDonald's birthday party. Thank goodness it was tucked away comfortably somewhere I probably will never set foot in. The whole bunch of us were treated like little kids and were made to play silly games. We had to wash our hands TOGETHER before eating, and make our way to the toilet in a choochoo train (WITH the sound effect). Even dinner was kid-size.

    And did I mention that the birthday girl is 23?

    Lyd decided she wanted to relive her childhood days and we were all invited to join in the kiddy amusement. Honestly, embarrassing as it may be being called 'boys and girls' by someone plausibly much younger and being ordered to do silly things that we're supposed to look like we enjoy doing, it was all good because we had fun.

    It's rather uncanny, isn't it, that it is actually possible to derive pleasure from acting all loopy and ditzy (that's how I think kids act anyway)? I guess we all have some void that can only be filled when you act like a child.

    The photos will certainly be entertaining to view; I will upload them soon once I get them from the birthday girl and friends.

    Meanwhile, it's all back to being grown-up.

    [Time of Confession] 5:08 PM
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