She was elusive.
She was today. She was tomorrow.
She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower,
the flitting shadow of an elf owl.

We did not know what to make of her.
In our minds we tried to pin her to corkboard like a butterfly,
but the pin merely went through
and away she flew.
- Jerry Spinelli

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For those of you who watch Greek, I still think that Casey & Evan make a lovely couple.


One of those songs you'd love to listen to in the morning :)
Tho I don't quite fancy the video...
Duh. Ibuprofen causes the body to release histamine, which causes the leak of fluid from local blood vessels, and thus the swelling in the first place.


D-U-H.
So. I went to the Mandeville coffee shop yesterday, and my order of brie and pesto baguette and single white chocolate mocha amounted up to $9.50. I feel robbed.

If my life was a movie, I'd be pulling a seat, and sit backwards as I join your little lunch group while telling that story, as if it was just any other day and I haven't been *GASP* gone for an entire month or so. Not that it's a matter of any importance. Seriously though, you're not missing out on anything. I can't remember what I usually blog about, but personal life-wise, there's not that much to tell. Even if there was, I'm not that great a story teller anyway.
But y'know, being a good satisfaction guaranteed! blog owner that I am, I pledge to give it my best shot ;)

Take this one for instance:
This morning I broke out into hives. I went to work anyway, and my supervisors were nice enough to refer me to the student's health center. So I went, an arduous walk peppered with occasional "ants in my pants" dances, expecting yet another prescription of Ibuprofen, that occurred to me at that time as the miraculous cure-all drug of choice of the named health center, prescribed with differing dosages with respect to your degree of suffering. What was longer than the walk was the wait in the emergency department. Imagine. You can't even walk straight, and they (by they I meant the construct of social norms, reinforced by the almighty Asian obligation of conformity) expect you to sit, Victorian-age perfect. I can't imagine how they survive, by the way, all those layers of laces... *shudder*. Fast forward, got my prescription of Benadryl, which doesn't even require prescriptions. So for the price of $10 for placing you on the 1 hour wait in the emergency department, they discharged me with a $2 medication, and a diagnosis of "idiopathic urticaria", which, you got it, translates into "we don't know what happened to you, but Benadryl would sure do wonders on those itches *plaster wide nurse grin here*".

Or last Wednesday, when my friends and I took a cab, with a driver dumb enough to stop in the middle of the road every time we tried to talk to him... don't get me wrong, the only thing we ever said was "could you go a little bit faster, please?" which was rephrased into "faster, please" when he showed signs of confusion. On top of that, he'd stop and refuse to fill the gap big enough to fit 3 cars that was in front of him once upon a traffic light. When he finally hit the gas on that same light, he bumped into the car in front of him, left a dent on the other car, and tried to bribe the other guy away. Accident in a cab. Perfect. Got a friend to send us home eventually, and him fired, hopefully.
(iono, I actually feel bad for him, but my friends were so fired up I can't help but adopt their sentiments; outwardly at least)

Or at work, when things began malfunctioning, one after another :(
Oh! That reminds me, by the way... that I recently discovered that my perfectionist tendency seems to manifest itself all the more in times of great stress... an unconscious effort to pull things back into order perhaps? The argument I've just mentioned is not at all novel; rather, the notion of Pauline being a detail-oriented person... it shocked even myself. I must say that I didn't notice it till others (yes, others) pointed it out. I've changed for the better, I suppose; about time too, considering how I'm graduating. Funny how I've never considered myself a freshman, or a sophomore till I got to UCSD, where I finally got the hang that the Pauline from back in the days was a freshman Pauline, not Pauline the 19 years old graduating Senior.

Along that line, I've grown more accustomed to accepting changes... Which is rather counterintuitive, cause I've always thought myself to be all too accustomed to changes. By changes, here, (and I do mean changes, and not changes) I'm acknowledging growth and allowing room for changes; I'm giving myself the boundaries to question, for example, that maybe purple is no longer my favorite color, or maybe Japanese foods aren't quite my favorite anymore.

Eh. Even my musings sound trivial. Doesn't matter though, it kept me occupied on my internet-free days :)

Lastly,
Happy Earth Day!
-saith Pauline, on her new, awesome possum Macbook Pro

Phoebe Pauline Valentine Kribben Sugiharto 朱宝玲, B.S.
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UCSD Psychology, class of 2008
University of Cambridge, King's College, summer of 2007
TKSS, class of 2004
ICHS, class of 2006, left on 2001
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