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The Return of the Prodigal One
So here I am, dusting off this thing and lifting it out of the cardboard box where it was kept. Yeah, that's the kind of image I have: me cleaning the attic or something, and finding something I used to use.

Man it's been a long time, hasn't it? Been a while since I've allowed myself to stretch and ramble. I like it because it's non-judgemental. Or rather, you CAN judge me if you like, but I have no comment box thing, so you'll have to tell me in person if you hate me. Good luck with that, because even my actual friends can't find me any more. Being in architecture is a bit like being a fugitive on the run from the law: your loved ones can't reach you, you're always tense, and you don't sleep much. Differences: there's more glamour in being a fugitive, probably. I mean, people make movies about it, right >_> WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAW A MOVIE ABOUT SOME PATHETIC HUMANS NOT SLEEPING FOR 48H BECAUSE THEY WERE STICKING CARDBOARD TOGETHER? YEAH, I THOUGHT SO.

まあ．．．とにかく！ *cough* I guess I haven't really got much to talk about. I've been in school three days out of five all year. I used to file away incidents, you know, to blog about. For no particular reason other than "Because it's funny," or "[so-and-so] might like it," or something. I kind of miss that. The mental narration, as I figured out how best to compact the myriad of things into a comprehensible (and hilaaarious, obviously) anecdote.

To be honest, it's been a while since I've even had to use words to express myself. For so long, my tools have been drawings. An actual quote from my tutor. The tools of our trade, she said. And before you rip in on me like, WHAT ABOUT YO' ESSAYS, MAN let me just point out that it is totally different, telling a story that people want to listen to, and writing a paper about the bloody air-conditioning of a building. Thank you, that was a painful experience, that is what engineers are for, I have a delicate temperament and my interest in science mostly involved how to make things explode.

Anyway, this might be a request: pardon me, if I've lost some of the fluidity my writing used to have. It may be that what I've lost is more than that--sometimes I feel like I have lost the lightheartedness that characterised my writing in earlier days.

Ah well but it still seems a little shallow to end it here, amirite. So instead of going back to work LIKE I SHOULD, I shall ramble about architecture school! Hooray!

For a lack of better things to do, I shall tell you about Senja. Senja is my friend. That is not even her real name, it is a retarded corruption of her name because, ahaha, the takeout food people misheard her I guess. Anyway! Senja is, as a disclaimer, totally smart. She is. I'm not saying this Ironically, my friends. She is bona fide Clever, a Raffles girl and all that. Unfortunately however, Senja has the common sense of.. a chickpea, and as you shall soon see, her knowledge of Singaporean history can more or less fit into one as well.

To give you some context: A bunch of us were eating lunch at Plaza Sing.

HWEN: Let's go to Daiso to buy materials after this!
WYNNE: Yeah okay!
SENJA: There's a Daiso here?
THE REST OF US: *lengthy silence... this is PS, man, people COME HERE for the Daiso. Well. Girls do, anyway.*
HWEN: ... are you... Singaporean?
WYNNE: Yeah, man >_> You should be able to name at least three different outlets of Daiso. Go! *holds out hand to count them off*
SENJA: Uh............... there's one in A.... Confusing Place.
QIAN: What? What confusing place, IMM la woman.
SENJA: No! No there's another place, not IMM, it's big! And has a lot of shops. There's a.. Muji I think?
T.R.O.U. : *exchange looks*
HWEN: You don't mean.. Ion, do you?
SENJA: Oh!!! Yes!!! Ion!!!
WYNNE: Oh my god, she's right, I'm sorry, you're not Singaporean >_> Look I have to test this. Where is the zoo?
SENJA: >_>
WYNNE: ... no, you're kidding. Where's the bird park?
SENJA: Um...
WYNNE: IT'S IN THE NAME >_> Okay wait, sidetrack, I gotta check this: where is KFC from? Because that's in the name too, I know it's not Singaporean, but I gotta check this.
SENJA: ... Kentucky?
WYNNE: WELL DONE~~~ Okay now seriously where's the bird park.
SENJA: .......... Jurong?
HWEN: CONGRATULATIONS!!!
QIAN: And now, where's the zoo?
SENJA: ........................ Mandai?
T.R.O.U. : *Spontaneous applause!*
WYNNE: .. so how's your history?
SENJA: Nooo don't ask me ;_;
WYNNE: ..... and now I really have to. When did Singapore secede from the British?
SENJA: Uhhh...
WYNNE: Okay when was our independence? *sees SENJA's expression, somewhat desperately* ... when is our national day?
QIAN: Well which one are you talking about? There were three, after all.
WYNNE: The last one. The one we celebrate like, every year. With a huge parade. That one? *to SENJA* .. when is it?
SENJA: Er.......
HWEN: Oh. My. God. You don't know when National Day is?!
SENJA: Um.
QIAN: It's on August.... ?
SENJA: ... 9th?
T.R.O.U. : HOORAY!!!!!!
WYNNE: Okay, now... which two states along with Malaya and Singapore formed Malaysia?
SENJA: ???? ;___;
WYNNE: You know. Merger. To form Malaysia. It was Malaya, Singapore, and... ?
SENJA: ....................
WYNNE: >_> They both start with S?
SENJA: Um.. um.. Um.. SRI LANKA!

Okay and that's where we just died.

Yes, Senja! Smart as anything, knows nothing about her own country. Yay!

Well here ends my Random Moment from the Tales of Architecture. Have a nice day, everybody~

piss off! at 12:44 a.m.Sunday, April 1, 2012