Conversations

I like having conversations.
Meaningful ones, interesting ones, playful ones, lifting ones...
I don't normally remember the details of what we spoke of,
but more of what it felt like at that time.

I learnt that:
1. Frog is gembe and bird is kurulla in Singhala.
2. It costs AUD1,300 to fly from Thailand to Berlin.
3. There are various types of mahjong and people in Singapore play the Cantonese version whereby the blocks get randomly placed on the table.
4. AKB48, the famous Japanese girls group has actually 48 members in it and that AKB stands for a place's name in Japan- Akihabara. Their song called Fortune cookie was the rave a year back in the country.
5. People, in general, are not used to receiving gifts on random days.

Etc.

People are interesting, right?

Having said so, I get slightly disturbed when people fail to remember what I think is important information.
Sigh. I should stop having these sort of expectations.

Reminder: Buy a red velvet cake for someone I will miss.

P.S: It's funny how a conversation of people moving in and out of an accommodation place can be put into a whole different context. 'Oh she was in last year, then she went out and came back in.' I heard this over lunch today and pictured a conversation between two patients in a dingy mental asylum with flickering lights and burnt cigarettes butts. What nonsense. Such prejudice. 

Thoughtful videos

Have I ever told you,
how good Petronas ads are?
About how amazingly touching the late Yasmin Ahmad's productions were, or rather, are,and of the little insights they enrapture, even after all these years?

Here are some of them:

1. Where mockery and development co-exist.

2. Where innocence sees past colour.

3. Where simple imperfections become part of you.

And the list goes on.

But I should study.

A misdirected sheep that made someone's day

A day of long hours and idleness.

Somehow I could not fall asleep the night before.
I tried to doze off but I remained awake.
Perhaps from the remains of the caffeine from the Matcha Red Bean I had at night.
I dozed off at five, only to wake up three hours later.
Life.

I was being unproductive in my room.
In a split second decision, I decided to crash my friends' place.
Rather than being a functionless ornament in my room of chalk residue and junk food.

Apparently, my non-stop chattering is actually quite endearing.
I think people like me better when I lack sleep.
Especially since I behave even more weirdly, and funnily, people equate that to cuteness.
Adorable but ugly according to the urban dictionary.
See what I mean by sleep deprived.

I am going to miss hanging out in an apartment full of girls whom I can be kiddish and playful with.

I got lost on my way to Coogee from their house.
I had a tinkling intuition that I was going the wrong way but I decided to trust the girls who had given me directions.
And so I walked down the hill with an extra spring in my step.
Randwick Girls' High and pretty lawns came into view.
The weather was just right today with the right amount of sunlight.

There were no signs of Coogee.
The signboards said that I was headed towards Maroubra/ La Perouse.
It was then that I decided to whip my phone out to give an emergency call.
Only to be assured that I had steered myself down the wrong direction.
A monologue popped into my brain: 'Is it possible for me to walk to La Perouse in half an hour?'
A normal day for a sheep with a bad sense of gearing, I must say.

The lost sheep made someone's day today.
The sheep's friend seemed taken aback that the sheep dropped by to pass her junk food just because it thought of her.
She delightfully said: 'Christmas came early.'
The sheep replied: 'It doesn't need to be Christmas or your birthday for me to give you presents. You're allowed to receive presents at any time of the year and well, this is your present.'
Her facebook status was updated today with her stating that she loves the essence of surprises.
The ' Just because I was thinking of you, it doesn't have to be your birthday or anything.' intention meant a tonne to her. Yay.

Bats vs. Flying Foxes

An act of procrastination.

So, I forgot to mention that I camped out on the windy fields of Centennial Park the other day in an attempt to study and conceal my disappointment from being unintentionally ditched by a group of people.

Armed with a fear for the aviators, I bench hopped until I reached the other side of the pond, somewhere I have not actually explored.

To be stunned by something akin to a miniature reserve for Flying Foxes!

Ahem, according to the research that I have done on the Internet:

1. Flying mammals are called bats.
2. Chiroptera means hand-wings. (I knew my fervent anime watching days would kick into real life somehow)
3. There are two types of bats, the microbats and the macrobats (3-6 feet of wingspan).
4. Microbats eat insects in general and macrobats like Flying Foxes eat fruits and nectar.
5. Flying foxes prefer to rest on trees and not in caves.
6. Flying foxes are vital in its pollination role, especially for the Eucalyptus trees in Australia.
7. Apparently, there are lots of grey-headed flying foxes in Australia.
8. Flying foxes use echolocation to sense, but they have excellent vision too.

I did a quick round and ran out of the sanctuary because it was around 4 pm  and I did not want them waking up to an unknown trespasser. What if I got rabies or something (flaunting my ignorance)? Disclaimer: I do not know whether one gets rabies directly from bats.

Genderless friends

If she were a girl,
I would be able to do rugged sports with her
and talk to her about flying pink elephants,
and know that we won't get into any sort of sticky emotional situations
no matter what we talk about and how we act around one another.

If he were a guy,
I would be able to do girlish stuff with him, like paint his nails
and talk to him about how fat I am now,
and be safely assured that there will not be any sort of reactions
that lead to messy relationships.

Because friends are friends.

And friends shall remain as friends. <Living in an idealistic world>

Genderless friends are people whom you spend lots of time with without worrying about how things would change if you acted in a certain way. They are people that one does not shy away from when in need of bear hugs because awkward situations will definitely not arise. They are creatures of comfort, and purely that.