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Saturday, July 31, 2004
A note was stuck on my car’s windscreen today. Folded in half, “SURPRISE!!” on the front. Inside, it reads: Hi Joshua Hooi Chee Shig!!!! I’m your secret admirer!! :) Take care. Have a good week. Go save lives!! :)”
Who can that be? I wonder. Someone I know? Someone I don’t know? Let’s see what I might have here...
Observation 1:
The note was written in English. She must be English-speaking. Should be able to communicate well with me. That’s a good start.
Observation 2:
The note was planted on my battered car somewhere between 2 p.m. – 4 p.m., at the SK car park. She must be someone who had class in one of the SKs, or near the SK area, in between 2 p.m. – 4 p.m. It was planted when the sun was scorching. In such a relentless weather, people normally would not spend another extra minute out in the open, especially in car parks. Proves how much her adoration is for me!
Observation 3:
The note was written on a page that was torn off a diary dated 29th December 2004. What a sacrifice she made by tearing off an unused page from her diary! Why a page from December? Why a page from the future? Perhaps she is a modern person. Trendy. My type!
Observation 4:
The page was from a Prudential diary. She must be a prudent person. Organized too, for she uses a diary! Better and better...
Observation 5:
She addresses me by my full name, but she mis-spelt my Chinese name. She must’ve taken the time to look it up somewhere, because no one calls me by my Chinese name. She can’t be someone I’ve known for a long time, because I’d be so offended if my long time gal pal can’t spell my name correctly! She must be someone new in the sphere of my existence. Probably someone new enough to still think that I’m perfect :) Perfect... keep it that way...
Observation 6:
She says “I’m your secret admirer!!” Taken, accepted, and believed as true. No need for further investigation :) She leaves things to be discovered. Mysterious. I like.
Observation 7:
“Take care. Have a good week.” – She must be a caring person. She has enough intuition and sensitivity to know that I’ve been having a hard week. How did she know that? Wow...
Observation 8:
“Go save lives!!” – She can’t be from the lifeguard corps. Lifeguards don’t address each other like this. Saving lives is part of our lives. We don’t need to remind ourselves about it. She might be:
a) Someone who has read the feature article about me and my exploits in lifesaving in the papers. A well-read and knowledgeable person, who keeps up with things and issues happening around the world. Hard to narrow down here. It can be anyone from Kedah, Perlis, Penang, or Perak who reads the Star.
b) A Christian girl, who shares a passion for evangelism. Maybe that’s what she meant by “go save lives”. She can possibly be from the CF. And she ended the note without a “God bless” or “praying for you” kind of stuff. Not too holy-moley. Sounds good!
So based on the 8 observations, the person who planted the note there is an English-speaking USM student, who doesn’t mind breaking a sweat under the hot sun for me, someone who is modern, trendy, prudent, organized, a new gal in town, mysterious, caring, intuitive, sensitive, well-read, knowledgeable, shares the same faith and passion, but yet not too holy-moley, and she admires me! I bet she has long hair too, flawless complexion, and stands at 5’ 5”.
WOW! SOMEBODY PERFECT LIKES ME!!
Yeah, I’ll keep telling myself that. Hah.
Hey, maybe it’s Andrea?? On a foreign student exchange program? Hmmmm...
Who can that be? I wonder. Someone I know? Someone I don’t know? Let’s see what I might have here...
Observation 1:
The note was written in English. She must be English-speaking. Should be able to communicate well with me. That’s a good start.
Observation 2:
The note was planted on my battered car somewhere between 2 p.m. – 4 p.m., at the SK car park. She must be someone who had class in one of the SKs, or near the SK area, in between 2 p.m. – 4 p.m. It was planted when the sun was scorching. In such a relentless weather, people normally would not spend another extra minute out in the open, especially in car parks. Proves how much her adoration is for me!
Observation 3:
The note was written on a page that was torn off a diary dated 29th December 2004. What a sacrifice she made by tearing off an unused page from her diary! Why a page from December? Why a page from the future? Perhaps she is a modern person. Trendy. My type!
Observation 4:
The page was from a Prudential diary. She must be a prudent person. Organized too, for she uses a diary! Better and better...
Observation 5:
She addresses me by my full name, but she mis-spelt my Chinese name. She must’ve taken the time to look it up somewhere, because no one calls me by my Chinese name. She can’t be someone I’ve known for a long time, because I’d be so offended if my long time gal pal can’t spell my name correctly! She must be someone new in the sphere of my existence. Probably someone new enough to still think that I’m perfect :) Perfect... keep it that way...
Observation 6:
She says “I’m your secret admirer!!” Taken, accepted, and believed as true. No need for further investigation :) She leaves things to be discovered. Mysterious. I like.
Observation 7:
“Take care. Have a good week.” – She must be a caring person. She has enough intuition and sensitivity to know that I’ve been having a hard week. How did she know that? Wow...
Observation 8:
“Go save lives!!” – She can’t be from the lifeguard corps. Lifeguards don’t address each other like this. Saving lives is part of our lives. We don’t need to remind ourselves about it. She might be:
a) Someone who has read the feature article about me and my exploits in lifesaving in the papers. A well-read and knowledgeable person, who keeps up with things and issues happening around the world. Hard to narrow down here. It can be anyone from Kedah, Perlis, Penang, or Perak who reads the Star.
b) A Christian girl, who shares a passion for evangelism. Maybe that’s what she meant by “go save lives”. She can possibly be from the CF. And she ended the note without a “God bless” or “praying for you” kind of stuff. Not too holy-moley. Sounds good!
So based on the 8 observations, the person who planted the note there is an English-speaking USM student, who doesn’t mind breaking a sweat under the hot sun for me, someone who is modern, trendy, prudent, organized, a new gal in town, mysterious, caring, intuitive, sensitive, well-read, knowledgeable, shares the same faith and passion, but yet not too holy-moley, and she admires me! I bet she has long hair too, flawless complexion, and stands at 5’ 5”.
WOW! SOMEBODY PERFECT LIKES ME!!
Yeah, I’ll keep telling myself that. Hah.
Hey, maybe it’s Andrea?? On a foreign student exchange program? Hmmmm...
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
It’s 10 hours to my test, and I can’t seem to focus on getting started with my books.
What is this. A blessing or a curse? The last thing I’d like to hear at the moment is any comment that implies that I’m too foolish to not consider any other way to get around it. As much as I’d hate to hear such comments, I’m still tempted to wonder. Can it be that I’ve made a bad choice from the start?
Maybe they were right. An ordinary life is the way to go. I’ve seen how nicely people turn out in life, by just living normal, ordinary lives. In fact, they fare even better in the long run, those who live in a state of equilibrium, just doing their own thing. They still get to live complete lives. They are actually better off that way.
Plain Janes and Jolly Joes have it best. They have no idea what they have, that others would crave for or covet after. Some envy the idea to be like them. They have something that some people don’t have, or can’t afford to have: The freedom of living a simple life. They don’t get blamed when things aren’t going right. No fingers are pointed at them when things are going wrong. They don’t have to feel obligated or guilty towards things that are not theirs to worry about. They don’t have to have more things on their mind than they wish to have. They don’t have to remember too many things at once, or risk forgetting things that are more important in life. They don’t have to miss spending time with people that matter the most.
And after a long time, when you’re not looking, you might stumble upon a Plain Jane who has a castle that she can call her own. Or you might meet a Jolly Joe who has already established his kingdom. And you might be the one who still has nothing to show. You, of all people, who once thought you had it all.
Just had a phone call from home. At least, one area of my life is starting to look a little brighter for a change. God is still good, by the way.
Test tomorrow? What test? I’m gonna sleep on it tonight... Plain Joes rock.
What is this. A blessing or a curse? The last thing I’d like to hear at the moment is any comment that implies that I’m too foolish to not consider any other way to get around it. As much as I’d hate to hear such comments, I’m still tempted to wonder. Can it be that I’ve made a bad choice from the start?
Maybe they were right. An ordinary life is the way to go. I’ve seen how nicely people turn out in life, by just living normal, ordinary lives. In fact, they fare even better in the long run, those who live in a state of equilibrium, just doing their own thing. They still get to live complete lives. They are actually better off that way.
Plain Janes and Jolly Joes have it best. They have no idea what they have, that others would crave for or covet after. Some envy the idea to be like them. They have something that some people don’t have, or can’t afford to have: The freedom of living a simple life. They don’t get blamed when things aren’t going right. No fingers are pointed at them when things are going wrong. They don’t have to feel obligated or guilty towards things that are not theirs to worry about. They don’t have to have more things on their mind than they wish to have. They don’t have to remember too many things at once, or risk forgetting things that are more important in life. They don’t have to miss spending time with people that matter the most.
And after a long time, when you’re not looking, you might stumble upon a Plain Jane who has a castle that she can call her own. Or you might meet a Jolly Joe who has already established his kingdom. And you might be the one who still has nothing to show. You, of all people, who once thought you had it all.
Just had a phone call from home. At least, one area of my life is starting to look a little brighter for a change. God is still good, by the way.
Test tomorrow? What test? I’m gonna sleep on it tonight... Plain Joes rock.
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
Sand burning toes off my feet
But no, I ain’t fire walkin’
Sun beating down on my face
But strangely, it ain’t scorchin’
Wind’s crazy, waves kicking up
But weirdly, it ain’t stormin’
Behind my shades, a sight to behold
But hey, I ain’t dreamin’!
A brunette is what I see
No telling if it’s the natural colour
A little petite for a Kiwi
Her name’s not that small, however
Heard her last name is Hewwitt
Maybe Jennifer’s her cousin or somethin’
She’s got that crescent eyes of hers
That dances when a smile is comin’
How she does that, nobody knows
Guessing is more like a game
This one I’m sure of, one thing I know
That Andrea was her name
Experienced she is, on the surf
Reckless as the waves, that give no rest
How does she do that with the board
When most people are in distress?
How she does that, nobody knows
Guessing is more like a game
But besides knowing what she can do
I know that Andrea was her name
You don’t hear her voice much
Anybody’s guess if she’s shy
She don’t talk much, even as an instructor
It’s rare to hear her reply
What’s her voice like, nobody knows
Guessing is more like a game
At least I know how her name sounds
Andrea was her name
Her age is a couple more than a score
That is a fact, it ain’t no lie
May be engaged already, for all you know
At this young age, who knows why?
Is she taken, or gonna be soon
Guessing is more like a game
Even if her last name changes
I know Andrea was her name.
Who knows what else can be discovered
There is just something about her
That just intrigues, simply mystifies
Something that makes you wonder
The more I wonder, the more I imagine
It’s turning into a game
It seems like I know nothing more
Save Andrea was her name
I wonder who she is
Her thoughts, and where she’s going
I’ve only seen her under the sun
There must be more than what she’s showing
Who is she, nobody knows
Guessing can drive you insane
But I’m glad at least there’s something I know
That Andrea was her name
Maybe that’s how some things are meant to be
Just to be seen from afar
To be wondered about and dreamt about
Let imagination take you far
How is she like in closer proximity?
Guessing is more like a game
Besides the fact that she was a beauty
Andrea was her name
So keep it there, a good, safe distance
Retain it in perfection, like poetry in play
Don’t risk it or mess it, don’t ever spoil it
It may be much better off that way
What if you know more of the person?
Guessing is more like a game
It may be good just knowing for certain
That Andrea was her name
Yeah, I don’t know anything about her
For her, it is probably the same
There’s nothing I can tell anyone about her
Except that Andrea was her name
But no, I ain’t fire walkin’
Sun beating down on my face
But strangely, it ain’t scorchin’
Wind’s crazy, waves kicking up
But weirdly, it ain’t stormin’
Behind my shades, a sight to behold
But hey, I ain’t dreamin’!
A brunette is what I see
No telling if it’s the natural colour
A little petite for a Kiwi
Her name’s not that small, however
Heard her last name is Hewwitt
Maybe Jennifer’s her cousin or somethin’
She’s got that crescent eyes of hers
That dances when a smile is comin’
How she does that, nobody knows
Guessing is more like a game
This one I’m sure of, one thing I know
That Andrea was her name
Experienced she is, on the surf
Reckless as the waves, that give no rest
How does she do that with the board
When most people are in distress?
How she does that, nobody knows
Guessing is more like a game
But besides knowing what she can do
I know that Andrea was her name
You don’t hear her voice much
Anybody’s guess if she’s shy
She don’t talk much, even as an instructor
It’s rare to hear her reply
What’s her voice like, nobody knows
Guessing is more like a game
At least I know how her name sounds
Andrea was her name
Her age is a couple more than a score
That is a fact, it ain’t no lie
May be engaged already, for all you know
At this young age, who knows why?
Is she taken, or gonna be soon
Guessing is more like a game
Even if her last name changes
I know Andrea was her name.
Who knows what else can be discovered
There is just something about her
That just intrigues, simply mystifies
Something that makes you wonder
The more I wonder, the more I imagine
It’s turning into a game
It seems like I know nothing more
Save Andrea was her name
I wonder who she is
Her thoughts, and where she’s going
I’ve only seen her under the sun
There must be more than what she’s showing
Who is she, nobody knows
Guessing can drive you insane
But I’m glad at least there’s something I know
That Andrea was her name
Maybe that’s how some things are meant to be
Just to be seen from afar
To be wondered about and dreamt about
Let imagination take you far
How is she like in closer proximity?
Guessing is more like a game
Besides the fact that she was a beauty
Andrea was her name
So keep it there, a good, safe distance
Retain it in perfection, like poetry in play
Don’t risk it or mess it, don’t ever spoil it
It may be much better off that way
What if you know more of the person?
Guessing is more like a game
It may be good just knowing for certain
That Andrea was her name
Yeah, I don’t know anything about her
For her, it is probably the same
There’s nothing I can tell anyone about her
Except that Andrea was her name
