Wednesday, April 06, 2005

lesson #138: back to nj - a blast from the past

My period is weird. Instead of having a 4-week cycle like a normal person with a feminine inclination would have, mine's on a 6-week cycle. Not that I'm complaining, the less frequent I have it the better. It just gets a wee bit irritating sometimes when it comes to timing for it. The mood swings I have a couple of days beforehand are also rather depressing. Will get upset just by taking notice of some random stuff. For example, the time now is close to 11 pm. There's only one more hour left to this day. I'd suddenly get pangs of sadness because it's just sad that the day will end. Thinking that with every second that ticks by, the end of the day will come closer... *pang of sadness*.


So. Went back to NJ today to help out with Prof Khoo's SMU talk. I thought the attendance will be bad, like say... five people'd turn up? But the class was pretty full by the time we got there (came with two ex-NJCian MA classmates - Elaine and Jialing). Knowing NJ, I'd expected that they'd keep pretty much quiet for the whole talk and I was proven right. It's just the NJ culture - silence in the face of adversity. Plus in the face of everything else. After the talk, Prof Khoo told them to approach the three babes (okay, so he didn't really say 'babes') if they had any questions. They just scurried right out of the room. Ah well. Also caught a glimpse of a bunch of people practicing a dance routine. The music they used was nice, but after Emix, their routine just looked like mass dance to me.


Well anyway, it was pouring after the talk, so went to call mum to give me a lift home. As we were leaving the NJ compound, got a call from G and he told me that he's in NJ and he wanted to pass me something. Turned out he'd waited for me for an hour, but couldn't contact me 'cos his phone was faulty. Since mum was dropping off Elaine and Jialing at Newton MRT, told him I'd meet him at the taxi stand. So his car tailed my mum's car and then when we reached Newton, he got out to give me a bouquet of baby pink tulips. The tulips looked so... breathy is the only word I can think of! As fragile and pure as babies.


To think of it, he'd acted very sweet lately. Massaging me when my hips hurt, the flowers, and then he SMS-ed me out of nowhere saying that he's thinking about me right then. Feel kinda bad because I'd told him just a couple of days ago that I'm feeling a lot of stagnancy. It's like, despite whatever upsetting stuff I said to him, he still continues loving me.


Ha. What did I tell you about them mood swings. Gets me all emotional.