A NeverEnding Story...

What is your Chinese name?

"Now, let me see. Her name is Germaine....Yes, why is it that all you Chinese have English names?"
"I have an English name. I mean, well you know our country was a colonial state. So it changed everything." Flan chuckled.
The driver continued, "Yes yes. And this other girl, she is from South Korea, so I told her, tell me your Korean name. They are hard to get but I said, I will get my tongue around it, eventually."
For the rest of the trip, Flan and the kindly, plump-faced Englishman, made friendly small talk. It was cold outside and the roads were dusty and quite deserted as they turned into the lane leading into the USW. The campuses were huge and the driver, spoke with pride about the history of the school as he drove Flan to her destination.
"All these land...Oh my!" Yes it was a sight to behold. In front of her was acres and acres of lush green pastures. And in the far distance one can see the magnificent Blue Mountains. It was odd to come to a University with hardly any students in sight; even her own current University is constantly thriving with people all year round. It was a good break to come out to the outskirts and enjoy the silence and fresh air once in a while. The driver dropped her off with instructions how to get to the library and told her that he would be back at 5. Flan thanked him, scrambled down the steps and checked her watch for the time. 3 o'clock! This left her just about 2 hours to get that document and if with luck, she can get through it by speed reading. As it turned out, the affair was a fairly quick one; the librarian directed her to a working link where she could access the thesis. Having travelled 1.5 hours by train and bus, she was glad nonetheless that the matter was resolved even if she had to stand in front of the counter and smile prettily to the librarian to please please please find someone who could get the document for her - soft or hard copy she didn't care.
15 minutes she was back on the bus, chatting happily to the driver and enjoying a private tour round the campus. Was it worth it to come all the way just for this? Definitely!

posted by Flaneur @ 5:53 PM 0 comments

A new moon

"Reach out to life with both hands, dear Cancer. It's birthday month, and a really positive new moon in Cancer will appear to help you make your wishes come true. The new moon will occur on July 2 and will help you materialize your greatest dreams. June was a month of fits and starts, but July will be strong and powerful for you. If you feel seized by a determination to launch anew idea, venture, job, or relationship - you name it - you will have the weight of the universe on your side."

Each time she quotes the horoscope for some well-intentioned prediction, her dad would not fail to add, "I don't believe in 'Horror-scopes'..." But Flan is a firm believer and a die-hard fan of Susan Miller. She visits her website without fail on the first of each month, and this month is no different. "Oh my gawd! You won't believe this," her parents were getting ready to leave the apartment, stopped in mid-action and gazed up. "You won't believe it man, I changed my air ticket to the 22nd July and guess what, it says here I am flying on the 22nd of July! And that this month I will be travelling a lot and that's going to be so true, I will be moving here, and then zipping there and then shuttling between houses...HOW can you not believe this?"

So there are some predictions that Flan can predict would come true, and there are some she can only wish that they would. It did say that 14 July was going to be a truly amazing day for Cancerians and if that is true she has every intention of making the review with PJC on that day; she is going to need all the cosmic help she can get to help her pull through this one. 7 blanks squares to the square marked 'Deadline', so says the Calendar, the current master of her world. "I'm pretty dead..." she moaned, covering her face with her cold fingers and willing for her mojo to return. But deep inside her, she felt the stirrings of hope, that all is not lost. Because Susan Miller says so. Flan takes a deep breath and begins to type...

posted by Flaneur @ 8:41 AM 0 comments