A Mixed Day

What's going to follow might be kind of an emotional rant, so if you didn't want to read anything that might potentially be depressing or frivolous bordering on bimbotic, then do stop here and think of me as the laughy intelligent girl.

We had another meeting for the Dinner and Dance today, and apparently there were so many things I had taken for granted which were suddenly unsettled at the last minute, hence incurring extra costs. And most of them were MY fault. So I got really really upset about that.

And then after that we had another little meeting to talk about the cashbox thing (which is already depressing enough don't you think?) and when we went down to the lounge-y part of the Union, who should I see but *name has not been inserted in case search engines wreck havoc with my already havoc-ky life* and another Asian girl sitting there talking. I know he has the right to talk to whoever he wants and talking to someone alone probably doesn't mean anything, but I can't help thinking "Asian fetish" and getting sore. And it kinda hurts when I think back and think that he might have only liked me because of his "fetish" and not because of my wit, humour and charm. *ahem* Anyway, I think it would be pretty small-minded of me to care or to brood over this further.

So I may end up in a lonely 3 room HDB flat and be the grey-haired spinster teacher who carries a bottle of gin everywhere she goes. And die without children and grandchilden, alone, unhonoured and unsung. It's a bitter life isn't it?

And ok, speaking of spinsterhood. I'm going to be sitting at the VIP table for the Dinner and Dance. So Vas is also going to be one of the VIPs for the Dinner and Dance, and I told him he has to get a date (who can get her ticket for half the price) and get back to me by today. So he calls Andrew saying that he wants to bring Adrian as his "date" so can Adrian come at half price? Exasperated, I call him back and say that he's going to be sitting at a VIP table so it would look a little weird if two guys sat at the VIP table as a couple. I'm not anti-gay, but I do know that Vas isn't gay and he's just doing this so that Adrian can save money on his ticket, which was why I was kinda amused but annoyed at the same time!

Anyway, I was talking to Vas when all of a sudden he said, "I know! I could take you!" and I laughed for ages and he said, "You don't have a date, I don't have a date, we'll be sitting at the VIP table, so we might as well go as each other's dates!"

He is very practical.

Anyway, I told him to find someone else, so I think he's sweating now because he doesn't want to give anyone the wrong idea, and it got me thinking about whether I really do want to go with him or not but I think not because if I go with him, we'd need to find another VIP to fill up the table (Vas' absent date, geddit?).

So was discussing everything on MSN with Andrew because Adrian called Andrew and asked if he could get his ticket at half price:

hero on the beach: why don't you go with Vas?

hero on the beach: you like him don't you

Ruthie: siao!

hero on the beach: he's cute and funny

hero on the beach: and he can cook curry

hero on the beach: and you like doctors

Ruthie: siao

hero on the beach:

So anyway, now that I'm on the topic of romantic sagas...

There's a red-haired boy in my biology lecture. One time Gemma and I and Vicky and Becky wanted to sit in his row so I had to ask him to move, and he moved, blushing a little. So we all sat in our seats contentedly and I was sitting in my seat contentedly when Gemma sang, "He loves you!" and then I was the one blushing. We argued back and forth in this vein for a few minutes until the lecture started, and I'm sure he heard us!

So in the next practical, we take rulers for measuring hypocotyl length and I'm next to him and he says, "I think I'm going to take this bad boy!" grinning shyly as he selects a ruler, and I smile and I think he thinks I have a crush on him, but I don't, and it's

Gemma's fault

So let's sing Bengawan Solo and get our minds off the cashbox, dates and all this rubbish which shouldn't be worth worrying about...