In a snow globe

Monday was a dreary day, which ended with a severely dull Management class (it has always been like that), that at one point I was forced to choose between staying in class or sneaking out to eat, as my stomach purred hungrily due to an early brunch my classmates and I usually have 3 hours ago. I opted for the former option, since it’s much more appealing than staying in class and not missing anything worth noting at all – though I merely bought two curry puffs to fill the demanding stomach for a while.

Our lecturer, Mr James, is painfully dull. Seeing that he came up with the idea of introducing this stupid course for UFP students makes me harbour unkind thoughts towards him, especially since his teaching was interjected with all things grey and bleak. Jo Vie sempat lagi check her phone right in front him. :)

Tuesday was our weekly Great Long 3-Hour Break, so at 11am we went to this restaurant next to the A&W near 3K to eat a surprisingly tasty pan mee, as recommended by Kent. I’m not particularly fond of pan mee as I hate the rubbery texture of the flour used for the mee, but this particular stall serves quite edible ones, and um, less rubbery mee.

Mmm yum.

Went to the gym at about 5pm with Andy (Heng FFKed at the last minute) – we couldn’t possibly swim with the rain still blazing down, so we ended up running on treadmills and cycled, and finally ate a sizzling santan-filled curry mee at Ming Tein which still remains as the best curry mee stall I’ve ever been.

At night about 10.40pm, Ding picked me up to Jon’s place for two rounds of highly addictive DotA sessions, whereelse Shawn was already there. Played till 2am wtf.

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I was staring out while in the pool at the pink-orangeish clouds that seemed to be illuminating the sky, and it wasn’t like any other night. It was supposed to be dark at 9pm, but it seemed so impossibly peaceful and bright – it wasn’t pitch-black darkness either (the sky I mean), as you could clearly make out the semi-tangible clouds in their various randomised shapes spread out like paint on an artist’s canvas.

It was then in the middle of contemplation that I suddenly thought of what Jon told me earlier. I’m so sorry for your loss Poh Yuen, that I’m completely at a loss to think of the right things to say. But I’m somewhat glad you took it alright while at the funeral yesterday – according to Jon – because I couldn’t imagine what it’s like to have both of your parents passing away.

I looked at what I call a ‘sunny night sky’ – an oxymoron, I know – and I could make out the stars lining up on our Earth’s skyline, interspersed with said pink-orangeish clouds, a lovely hue for a solemn night. I marvelled at the extensive vastness of the universe, the stars surely thousands of light years away, and suddenly I felt so physically small, like a tiny guy trapped within the hemispherical barriers of a snow globe.