My two tests fluttered by just like that; suddenly I forget why I was so stressed over self-tests that weren't important to my score in the first place. All I remember was being in a daze during my essay on Durkheim, and being annoyed at the people who were openly referring to answers during Econs.

Thursday night I rushed down to get the Pork a shirt and tie for his new job, which I promised a long time ago.
I spoilt my own surprise by being an anxious prick and calling to confirm his shirt size when I already knew it was a 17. Anyway, I forced him to act surprised when he got his gift, to appease me.

Today we met up with Ely for the Robinsons Sale (or was it John Little?) at the Expo and bought $158 worth of rubbish. 2 for price of 1! BUY! Half price! GRAB! Cheap!! AHHHH!
Sales suck, don't they.

The Pork is starting his new job at Panasonic tomorrow, and I think I'm more excited about it than he is. I have to sleep now, so I can wake him up tomorrow 1 hour early for work. Which is 7am. Why am I not spared on non-school days?
Good night!

I've missed a grand total of 6 Sociology lessons.
And missed a can't-miss Econs class.

Two tests, back to back on this coming Tuesday.
And I know shit about Marx and Weber.
Don't even try to dig out any memory of market structure models, cause I know none.

QY, if you find your gun and bullets, call me, okay?

...will be the death of me one day.

Me: (pointing to an adorable toddler) Hey look! I've never seen a prettier baby girl.
Pork: Hmmm. Yah. Cute. Very asian features.

We see a lady, presumably the mother, handing the baby over to a man, probably her father. I see some sort of resemblance in their eyes, but the lady wore an ugly frown most of the time.

Me: (pause) But why the mother like that, the baby girl can be so pretty?
Pork: (laughs) Dunno.

Me: (in horror) Oh no. I think I will have ugly babies next time!
Pork: Why dear?
Me: Because I have small slit eyes.. I grimace at my own baby pictures whenever I see them.

The Pork laughs and gives me a hug.
Pork: That's good dear.
Me: (raises an eyebrow) Huh, why good?
Pork: Because then we can have pretty babies.
Me: Why??
Pork: (matter-of-factly)Because I'm good what, so we will have good babies.
Me: WHY??!
Pork: Because good + good = no good! Imagine Andy Lau's nose and Faye Wong's eyes...
Me: (eyes narrowed) Are you trying to say I'm no good?
Pork: Yah.
Me: And you are good?
Pork: Yah...

Then I gave him a hard slap on the arm and retorted, "Who says I want to have your good babies!?!"

Monday - It was my first full-day monday. I was struggling to stay awake by my second lecture - everything was swimming around in my head. Thank God I was spared from his frequent question-and-answer sessions, I'm very sure he would have found my spacing out distasteful.

Tuesday - The poor Pork's throat had gone from bad to worse. I was able to accompany him to the doctor because I refused to wake up for morning lessons, but that was because I was kept awake the whole night by incessant coughings. He got 2 days of MC, and was very quiet and sullen the whole day, like a very sick kid.

Wednesday - Because of the way I planned my timetable, I'm spared from school from wednesdays onwards. I decided to join my friends for revision, since the Pork would be resting most of the time and I didn't want to risk losing my temper at a cranky patient.

We went for Fish&Co and movie in the evening. I thought that DeathNote was pretty interesting, but the Pork didn't like it. He thought it was rather "childish" - I don't know why. It ended late and we drove home. I enjoyed the ride. It was slow and leisurely. I think when you're sick, it reflects in your driving. The past few days' drives were void of the usual sudden lane-cutting, cursings and abrupt brakings.

Everyone's so busy with their work now. I gave up trying to organise our monthly outings, because I don't see anything rewarding that would come out of it. I don't think anyone wanted to put in as much as effort as I did. Giving up was a better option, I rather others contact me than I do it.

I need retail therapy. I think I shall drag myself to shop till I drop later on. I suppose the Pork won't be very happy when he learns of it. But then, it would be too late, won't it. Hehe.

I can't believe she locked me out!

The gate was open and I took that as green light to go out and sniff at the fresh air. But when I came back, the gate was closed!!

I only know how to shout when I want to go out, but I don't know if she'll understand if I shout that I want to come in. So I ended up sitting on the steps, praying that she would see me.

She finally did, after so long! I put on my most forlorn face as she rushed to get the keys. Then she scooped me up and spoke guiltily in her language and rained kisses on me.

Okay, I forgive her.

-Scruffy

I don't know why.

I didn't exactly have a bad day.

But when I watched this, I burst into tears.

I think I'm actually starting to miss the Pork. A lot.

I need a hug!

like fine grains of sand
they slip through my fingers
slowly
those memories
that someone
whisked away by the winds of time

I loosen my grip
it's alright to now, I think

they tumble over my palms
steadily
the wounds
my scars
dissolved by the waves of fate

my hands are yours
you took them
crafted a new line of journey
empty and fresh once more
healed

They're yours.

.... you can't find Scruffy and after searching and calling out to him repeatedly, you find him in his house, the last place you'd be expecting to search.

Scruffy's house is like his punishment hole. Whenever we yell at him for being mischievous, he runs to his house and pretends to be sad.
He's usually more than happy to hang around people, unless it's going to rain. Then he becomes a wimpy dog and stays inside until it's safer to come out.

Bah. I'm a little grouchy today. I'm Pork-less until Sunday! Grr, he gets to see cute pandas while I have to reach into the dog house to see something furry.

I was having one of those sleepless nights again. Those nights where endless tossing and turning and counting sheep are part and parcel of the cycle.

Suddenly, when I turned on my side, I saw the Pork lift his arm and wave it up and down, and muttering something inaudible in his sleep. I watched this scene in amusement for a minute, then I asked. Are you okay, baby?
My arm... my arm.. he moaned. Numb... my arm.. numb..
He continued doing weird exercises with his arm, moaning and groaning at the same time.

Then, just as suddenly, he got up from the bed and lumbered out of the room, while I trailed him quickly behind, bewildered.
Hungry.. so hungry! He growled, plopping himself down on the seat. I got him a bowl and utensils and watched as he filled it clumsily but quickly with rice.

All this while I was scrutinising him, his eyes were closed.
Baby, are you even awake? I asked.
He nodded as he gobbled down his food. Hungry. He muttered words but could not string a proper sentence.
Can you open your eyes?
Then came his funniest reply. After I finish eating, he said.
What correlation does eating and seeing have that they can't be done together?

He finished the whole pot of soup and dumped his used bowl and utensils into the pot, eyes still closed. He then grabbed a banana from the bunch, finished it, and ate another.
And then, he said, lets sleep, and lumbered back to bed. Tired. Sleepy. He mumbled on.

Okay, I said. Watching him was tiring, and I finally fell into slumber.