Year 2. Final week.
Another 4 more days before heading back to KL.
And as I had jinxed in the previous post, this post took an eye-popping, cheese-grating, water-boiling, chicken-frying 3 months to arrive, which is much much worse than the previous post to the previous previous post. And I’ve ran out of words to forward my apologies, but don’t say didn’t try: an apologetic cross hand handshake if you need some.
So, where has all the toothpaste been flowing in the past 3 months? Well, there was an Easter break in April in which I spent most of the days trying to analyse my ceiling and the paint on the wall. I’d also pretty much managed to understand why 4 is the most ideal number of legs a bed should have (mine has 5 though, the more the merrier). More importantly, I noticed somehow that the lettuce no longer costs 88p; dis-deflationary inflation, fancy tax, depleting dinosaur fossil fuel and the apparent fact that we cannot eat the infinite supply of grass by the side of the road ultimately meant that prices have to double eventually.
Easter swiftly passed like a trolley loaded with squirrels, and in comes the exam season sending the “Study! Study! Study!” frenzy crashing through every door in Leamington, Earlsdon, Cannon Park, Canley, Liberty Park, Toll Bar End, Binley, Butler’s End (no, I did not make the last one up) and every single conceivable nook and cranny in UK. And so, like a cherished Bugatti Veyron Louis Vuitton Edition production number 001 that’s parked up in the uncle of all basements and hardly see light and hardly hear chickens, we all nicely parked our limited edition bossoms on benches, cushions, sofas, hardwood, shit-lined grass and pavement trying to understand transmission mechanisms and Harrod-Domar models and Shepard’s Lemme. During the exam period, Facebook had little else going on besides friends reporting on the crowd size in the library. And the occasional FB hijacker posting shameless posts like “I am cute” and gender-bending ones like “I like pines” (note: I switched the vowels so that this post don’t come out first in search engines when people search for those kinda stuff).
And what’s happening right now? I’m still moving things out of the Pentagon into, guess what, PENTAGON 2.0 . nope, I’m not kidding, as I mentioned in the last post, I’m moving few doors down the road and got the same exact room. Yes, the one facing the much dreaded “why can’t you extend the kitchen all the way to the property boundary” garden and railway track. Well, supposedly, I was to get the room twice the size of the pentagon, but then, like how you catch a duck and turn it into London’s best Chinese dish, things changed, and hence the decision. The Pentagon 2.0 isnt much different from its predecessor in terms of shape, but as for the furnishings, its galaxies apart. There’s a few hitches in the 2.0, as it lacked wall mounted shelves, which meant that I gotta figure out where to mount my fluorescent tube lights. The table is also much smaller, which also means a smaller footprint, which means that I don’t think the printer will fit underneath. But on the bright, bright side, its got a queen-sized double bed. Overall, its like parking a Aston Martin V8 in the room; the car will fit, but I’ve only got an ant-sized amount of space to move. And, still considering whether to rename the new room, as there’s plenty of walls to choose from.
That aside, lets do a bit of news. Well, its Wimbledon season here in UK, and while people go to great lengths to try to watch the event live in London, all I did was go to my new house, flick of a button and watcha!! Live on TV. Enthusiasts might compare it to, say, watching the philharmonic orchestra live instead of having it pinch through the miserable 10 watts speaker on your Samsung, but then again, centre court tickets are like a billiardsesamestreet pounds, while pressing a button only costs me 2 seconds. Plus, I can cook noodles and grill chicken and chop expensive lettuce and still cheer for Sharapova when she gains a point.
Also, the 2012 London Olympics is starting to hype up here. All tickets are apparently sold out, which came as a small little disappointment to my gang of Hong Kong friends who intended to stay for the games and cram-lodge at my place. Good luck trying to get them on Ebay. Even with that, I’m still waiting for official Olympics merchandises to flood the sports stores.
On another note, news did report that the country can anticipate a mammoth-scale teacher’s union strike which would affect 5000 schools. The reason behind the strike is textbook-standard: low pay, long hours, pension issues etc. well, looks like its Easter break all over again for the kids.
To end this post, on a more thoughtfully thoughtful note, I occasionally ponder about where this blog is heading to. No, its not about the readership, more of like what’s the underlying idea behind Under Where. I’ve read a couple of successful blogs in the past, and they all share something in common: they have a very concise topic of discussion and target very specific readers. There’s blogs on how to modify your Skyline R34, fancy chess moves, sensual movies, illegal hawker food, latest electronic gadgets you don’t need, crazy shoes you don’t like, houses you cant afford, places you can never reach (I mean the space exploration jargons), every single conceivable things you can possibly lust and desire. Under Where, on the other hand is switching back and forth between living in the UK, to buying headsets that go missing, to analysing sounds that ducks make in the morning, to news that become outdated in the matter of breaths, to pure unadulterated random cack nonsense. Any comments on this perhaps?
That’s all for now. Apologies for the low quality language, its obvious I haven been doing this often enough. Will try to update more often since it’s the holidays, though no guarantee when will the next post arrive. Zing.
