Tuesday, November 21, 2006
behold the great multitasker. (into my mind pops the image of Daphne high up on the chair, waving her long arms about and vociferate her lengthy chant.)
i have my new media notes sprawled in front of me (you lucky kids who've finished As, prepare to embrace the new meaning of notes. In university, they simply mean self-printed copies of lecture slides in mini-squares, so there's about 6 per page.), my eyes darting frequently to the IVLE webcast lecture loading (slowwwwlllyyyy.) and while my inner devil urges me to scream at the selfish freak/neighbour practising the violin at 11pm (almost daily). My whole sentence structure is all screwed up coz im constantly interrupting myself.
i suddenly remember why i started using boo.
and babuseng. as in the word. it symbolically refers to diana ngiam, but the actual meaning of the word was lost to us both already. To me and her, it simply means a member of an African Tribe, which only language is 'telong kait wai' (good night), known to us at least. and an affectionate way of refering to really really darling friends. :)
But anyway, that day i google-d 'babuseng'. and there were LOADS of entries that started off "that sick babuseng grabbed my arse.." and "he did not do one bit of the project, what a babuseng." blah blahh. i think it meant bangladeshis to some, and just dirty namecalling to others. but there were some who used it to mean boyfriend, or friend too. that WAS surprising. i thought only me and di's blog entries would pop up, sincerely thought that we were the only 2 calling each other that. ha. the world is big, very much bigger than you'll like to think, my dear joce.
in order to jump to a random topic, ill end this line of thought with hooraying for the verysoontobe return of di (babuseng)!! 16th december, thats.. gee. its 25 days away. okayy, not so soon then. :(
whoops. i just realised the random topic cant be discussed here, coz the class dinner photos are in another computer. so tada.
and ill be playing maid in just 2 days, and graded for it!!
i'll be loving you, always. With a love that's true, always.
by the way, i personally feel the song sucks. yeuck.
i have my new media notes sprawled in front of me (you lucky kids who've finished As, prepare to embrace the new meaning of notes. In university, they simply mean self-printed copies of lecture slides in mini-squares, so there's about 6 per page.), my eyes darting frequently to the IVLE webcast lecture loading (slowwwwlllyyyy.) and while my inner devil urges me to scream at the selfish freak/neighbour practising the violin at 11pm (almost daily). My whole sentence structure is all screwed up coz im constantly interrupting myself.
i suddenly remember why i started using boo.
and babuseng. as in the word. it symbolically refers to diana ngiam, but the actual meaning of the word was lost to us both already. To me and her, it simply means a member of an African Tribe, which only language is 'telong kait wai' (good night), known to us at least. and an affectionate way of refering to really really darling friends. :)
But anyway, that day i google-d 'babuseng'. and there were LOADS of entries that started off "that sick babuseng grabbed my arse.." and "he did not do one bit of the project, what a babuseng." blah blahh. i think it meant bangladeshis to some, and just dirty namecalling to others. but there were some who used it to mean boyfriend, or friend too. that WAS surprising. i thought only me and di's blog entries would pop up, sincerely thought that we were the only 2 calling each other that. ha. the world is big, very much bigger than you'll like to think, my dear joce.
in order to jump to a random topic, ill end this line of thought with hooraying for the verysoontobe return of di (babuseng)!! 16th december, thats.. gee. its 25 days away. okayy, not so soon then. :(
whoops. i just realised the random topic cant be discussed here, coz the class dinner photos are in another computer. so tada.
and ill be playing maid in just 2 days, and graded for it!!
i'll be loving you, always. With a love that's true, always.
by the way, i personally feel the song sucks. yeuck.
can you hear the soft swoosh of the butterflies' wings. 11:08 PM.
