My day

My typical day starts with me SNOOZING my hp alarm 3 times, before ROLLING out of bed onto the floor to wake myself up. By the time I leave my house, I already know that I will be late. But it is all right. I am going to be late for work, work meaning waiting in the student pc room for actual experiment to start. Along the way, I while the time away bursting my father's hp bill by sms-ing TE.


By the time experiment starts, it would be 11am. Then it would be lunch at 1130. Only inefficient people works more than 30min before lunch. If it is Tues, Thurs or Fri, I would have the perfect company of TE. On Mon and Wed, however, it is up to my popularity to snare me lunchmates. I eat alone most times.


After lunch, it is back to aimless loitering along the corridors of MSN Live. Until my mentor decided that he/she (I have two) is not working, so I am free to go. So I would troop down to TE's residence, during which we -censored-. After that, we would have dinner and I would make my 1.5h trip home:(

Upon reaching home, it is back to the phone to call TE. After all, it would have been at least 2 hours since I last heard his voice. More than 2/3 of our relationship is built over long distance, with only our voices to bridge the distance. So it is no wonder that we miss talking on the phone with each other. I wouldn't be surprised next time when we are married that I would call him from the adjacent room just to relive the times we had.


Now that I read what I wrote above, it seems that most of my time is focused on TE. That is of course true, my dear boyfriend. But you, my friends, understand me well enough to know that I am too frivolous to settle for one. How else to survive London alone...

I do not know if it is my expectations that have fallen or that the standard of guys have generally increased. But a lunchtime in one of the NUS canteens can cause neck-ache, the way my head twists left and right each time a hottie walks past. In Imperial, my hunkiometer is



In NUS, the needle oscillates between the yellow and the green section, depending on the faculty I am at. The needle drops back to the red zone, however, the moment I step into IMRE. Most of the male species are old enough to be my father, not to mention scientists are not the best trend setters (damn my future job).


Recently, though, my hunkiometer has been buzzing with activity in IMRE. Let me start from 5 weeks ago, when I attended my induction into IMRE, which all new students and staff had to attend. Mine clashed with those of NUS students doing their FYP in IMRE. One of them happen to be CUTE! Unfortunately, he had a gay partner whom he walked around with and never let go... After that, my hunkiometer became dormant as the existence of Cuteguy was forgotten and the presence of intellectually-intimidating researchers forced my superficial self into refuge.

It was only last week that I discovered the lab Cuteguy was working in when I turned the wrong corner. For the next 2 days, there were sightings in computer labs and in the lift. My hunkiometer nearly went into overdrive. Unfortunately, my mentor had to decide to post me to Biopolis, far away from IMRE!!! Just when I discovered the hiding place of Cuteguy!


And so... It is back to normal life of red needle zone and intellectual conversations. If anyone knows that their cute brother/cousin/nephew/neighbour/friend/sister's or brother's friend is working on their FYP in IMRE, they are welcome to provide information. A reward will be given upon validation.