Tuesday, February 14, 2006
See what I told you? Same old, same old. I gave out heart-shaped chocolates to the friends I met in Lit & Psychoanalysis class today, just for the fun of it. Funny thing was, when PY saw the bag holding the chocolates, she gave a knowing smile and said, "Ooh... did somebody give you that, Wai Yee?" "No, PY, I"M giving you that."
It appears that people in NUS only give V Day gifts with a romantic intent in mind. It's such a far cry from my secondary school days when girls gave each other little handmade roses and sweets just for friendship's sake. Even the boys in my JC class gave us cookies desperately salvaged from the Students' Council's sale for the sake of being gentlemanly. But here in NUS, V Day is strictly a commercial enterprise masquerading as romance. It's an entire industry in itself. Boy and Girl walk along the AS1 corridor. Girl sees rose bouquet/teddybear/shiny (fake) gemstone necklace at one of the stalls. Girl drags Boy to stall. Salespeople move in for the kill. The message of V Day for university students is apparently this: "Buy me that".
As for the incident that happened yesterday, I'm still squirming in utter humiliation. I've always wanted to talk more informally to my lit lecturer because he is such a nice person to talk to ("NICE" is really the word to describe him) but when the opportunity finally presents itself, I SCREWED IT UP. I can't emphasize my failure any more. I really can't seem to hold a simple conversation with people I like but am not very familiar with. And then when I'm with people I don't particularly like or dislike, I seem to have this sign on my face screaming: "PLEASE TELL ME THINGS I DON'T WANT TO HEAR." Some people diss (intentionally or unintentionally) my major when I want to dedicate my life to it. Some people criticize the fourth-year senior sitting behind me in class when I actually think that the senior is a nice guy (ok, maybe I was bought over a little by the chocolate given to me by mistake). And I all do is nod and try to sustain the conversation as it hobbles over dangerous territory. This is ridiculous.
On a completely irrelevant note, my sister has finally put up the tag-box for comments. Thus she gets to be the first to comment :)
kaoru said at 2:19 AM
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