The Real Deal

Today, I met the stuff of my nightmares.

When I first moved into this cozy flat at the start of the year, I was given a small box of pest poison to control mice problems. I left it in a hidden corner and prayed hard that it is just a precautionary step taken by the college for an imaginary problem.

Because I stay alone in this cozy little flat, I know if someone has been inside or if someone has been here. I know if something is broken because it is old or if something is broken because someone has been rough. And best of all, I know why things are dirty or disarrayed.

But nothing I can remember explains the ant infestation in the kitchen when I came back today. I have not done anything sugary lately. I have not eaten in my room. So how is it that the ants are having a party in the absence of all these goodies? Don’t you just love it when something happens and it cannot be explained?

Buffered Silence

I write this with a heavy heart for I have not been the most faithful. The last time I wrote (properly) was for the summary of 2009 and since then I have lapse (again) into a habit of not writing and not documenting and it is weighing on my heart. I must try to be better.

I want to write a light-hearted entry where I poke fun at my terrible housemate and proceed to laugh myself silly. Except that I now lack housemates. But hey! I am so not complaining! I adore the fact that I have a bathroom to myself and that I can entertain all my pet peeves like some neurotic psycho without having to explain myself to anyone or anything.

I could write about my eventful life as a residential tutor! Except that when you work at a place where you stay, it puts you a position where I have to be careful about what you say about other people but at the same time also careful about what I say about me. Yes, I am THAT way. I am protective about the people I know and I am also selfish and crazy and I hate that there are people who know that I have TEN TOES and that they are all HUMAN. Hence I will refrain from that topic. Since anything interesting at college would be really scandalous and inappropriate for publishing on a platform such as this. And everything boring, well… they are boring, so I kind of assume you won’t want to read it at all.

Other interesting events in my life recently revolve around the process of a PhD. And if I am good, I might just tell you a tale or two one of these days.