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I'll pretend that I haven't been absconding for the last six months. Not that my three loyal readers would really care. They likely are masochistic anyway. Ok, so I was flattering myself. Make that one and a half loyal readers. No, stop it already. I really do have one and a half loyal readers. I count, don't I? So what if it's strange that I am my number one fan. It doesn't mean I'm self obsessed. No, Narcissus I don't worship. That would make me a heathen and God knows I don't like hot places. Unless hell freezes over, I want to end up in a cool place (preferably with temperature ranging from 8 to 14 C and partially cloudy conditions) when I go postal, speaking of which all 1.5 of you would do well to invest in Kevlar vests.
In all seriousness, the past few months have been a bit of a rush. I faintly remember exams and courses and memorizing meaningless big words none of which I can remember now to make this post look grand. What I remember most are forms and assignments. I don't remember forms as much as they *haunt* me. Every night I don't wake with a nightmare with an image of a text box with "Permanent address" before it stamped all over my brain, is another step towards normalcy. And everyone knows I'm not given to exaggeration. Then there were assignments that were impossibly hard for me yet child's play for them pesky annoying overachievers at class. (Also, be warned that telling your friends that you can't go out with them because there's homework to be done is supremely embarrassing when you're twenty five). Officially into Q2 of my life, I console myself knowing that retirement is a scant 40 or 50 years away.
In other rather more cheery news from the past few months, I saw the coolest dog and the coolest cat I've ever seen in my now extensive life. The dog in question looked like an Alaskan huskie, stood proudly as tall as a goat, and was happily trotting down Haight Street in San Francisco towards the Haight-Ashbury intersection. Probably a hippie dog, it was missing a psychedelic tee shirt. The cat on the other hand was a tabby cat in dingy Stanley market in Hong Kong. She had the most brilliant arrogant-and-bored look. I've spent considerable time trying to replicate that look on my face, with no success of course.
I'll come back another time and talk about my trip to China but for now I have to play with the coolest set of wheels I got in Shanghai. These wheels are the kind you can strap on to your shoes and roll, or attempt to roll and fall down hard.
In all seriousness, the past few months have been a bit of a rush. I faintly remember exams and courses and memorizing meaningless big words none of which I can remember now to make this post look grand. What I remember most are forms and assignments. I don't remember forms as much as they *haunt* me. Every night I don't wake with a nightmare with an image of a text box with "Permanent address" before it stamped all over my brain, is another step towards normalcy. And everyone knows I'm not given to exaggeration. Then there were assignments that were impossibly hard for me yet child's play for them pesky annoying overachievers at class. (Also, be warned that telling your friends that you can't go out with them because there's homework to be done is supremely embarrassing when you're twenty five). Officially into Q2 of my life, I console myself knowing that retirement is a scant 40 or 50 years away.
In other rather more cheery news from the past few months, I saw the coolest dog and the coolest cat I've ever seen in my now extensive life. The dog in question looked like an Alaskan huskie, stood proudly as tall as a goat, and was happily trotting down Haight Street in San Francisco towards the Haight-Ashbury intersection. Probably a hippie dog, it was missing a psychedelic tee shirt. The cat on the other hand was a tabby cat in dingy Stanley market in Hong Kong. She had the most brilliant arrogant-and-bored look. I've spent considerable time trying to replicate that look on my face, with no success of course.
I'll come back another time and talk about my trip to China but for now I have to play with the coolest set of wheels I got in Shanghai. These wheels are the kind you can strap on to your shoes and roll, or attempt to roll and fall down hard.