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“there’s something about yanyan you need to know”, my lecturer told my two discussion group mates when i was writing down points on a transparency sheet.
in pure shock, i looked up at her, expecting her to tell them something terrible about my anti-social behaviour or weird habits.
“she has nice handwriting and she can write straight across the paper!”
and the other group mate who was my classmate from last semester (more on ex-classmates next time) nodded his head vigorously and added that i wrote very quickly despite being left-handed.
i let out a huge sigh of relief before thanking her for her compliment.
but seriously, i think they should visit singapore, where half the female population has kick-ass handwriting. over there, i’m one of the very few with decent handwriting. angmohs don’t seem to give a damn about their handwriting. as for international students, it might be because English is not the first language for most of them and they’re just not used to writing in English. can you believe it? English is my first language? it took me some time to register this fact last semester when we were talking about people’s first languages for a group project.
during my first semester an aussie female classmate who sat next to me gave me a big fright when she gasped and reeled in surprise. turned out that she was very impressed with my handwriting. -_-|| come on, my handwriting is only above average among the people i know.
lastly, what’s up with the misconception about left-handers writing slowly? we’ve been writing with our left handers ever since we held a pencil, of course we can write as fast as you right-handers!
yeah, i agree i have itchy fingers.
i saw this spider about 1.5cm in length crawling on the wall about a metre away in front of me. it was gonna hide under the huge winnie-the-pooh bear cloth banner on the wall but i decided to chase it away. so i tapped on the wall next to it.
out of shock (or poor balance) the spider fell off the wall and it’s somewhere around. maybe it’s crawling behind the desk, along the cables, on the floor.
what if the damned spider is poisonous?
die lah, i don’t think i can sleep in peace tonight.
the curious spider came out of its hiding place towards me (i suspect it wanted to see what i wrote about it) at top speed and i let it crawl around a little, away from ally and my pile of readings before i squashed it.
goodbye, spider. rest in peace.
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