today saw the biggest compliment i've got...since i've met mark and angus, of course.

as i was walking down the escalator into the depths of serangoon mrt, my phone rang.

"what an odd, yet strangely familiar number," i thought. picked it up.

"hi serene, it's anita. are you too busy to talk at the moment?"

so it was ms kuan, my ex-lecturer whom i'm pretty close to...i said i'm fine and was just heading to work.

"so you know how i'll be heading to the UK to do my post-grad, so i need someone to take over my classes for a while. we're looking for a full-time lecturer and an ad-hoc one to take over my radio prod. and radio journ. classes. i'm thinking you'd be good to do radio journ as a part-time lecturer because of your current schedule. would you like to give it a go?"

now...note that at this point, i was already speechless with disbelief. this is a woman i've looked up to since the day i started poly. and the fact she even called me up personally to ask if i was interested....WOAH!

so i said it sounded fun and that sure, i'd send her my CV.

"it'd be much easier for you as an ex-mass commie to come in because you've been through radio journ. and you know the course structure and how it's like. plus, you're in the industry now...so that's perfect."

it ended there and i sent her my resume in the afternoon after my interviews.

so yes, my day started good...haha.

and to think that i'd have my own class-full of students (albeit jaded asses) does seem kinda nice...

of course, when she mentioned lecturing in NP, several things popped into my mind...

1) ELMO!!!

2) ELMO!!!

3) ELMO!!!

4) cole.

5) radio.

6) wayne.

how funny would it be if elm were to tell her friends that she's meeting her lecturer friend from mass comm for lunch? haha...

cole-wise, i'd be happy to just pop in on him once in a while to see how he's doing, even if i know he'd prefer to stay far far away from me...(those who know me well enough know our story. if you don't, ask)

most of poly was a blur. the times that stood out were those of radio prod and radio journ classes, on top of photojourn, of course. perhaps it was how the classes seemed so "breezy"... but the last time i checked, things have SO changed. the ongoing construction has destroyed the convenience of the mass comm block being just beside the tv and radio studios.

things'll never be the same.

wayne. i just hope i'd be able to bump into him one day, just to say hi. he was the one who turned my life around...and if you like the serene you see today, you have him to thank for it. he was my photojournalism lecturer. wayne umehara.

on to today...

mark and angus were as excited as little boys getting their first taste of coke when they saw the phonecast website...

i'm glad. cuz although that project gave me a lotta heartache, i felt a surge of pride when they proclaimed how great it looks. raymond did the site. i came up with the design. we did it again...we worked together to make something work.

but i swear i will never work with him on such a project again. alas, i'm still his secretary in the rover unit...and no matter how much i disagree with him at times, i'll just have to keep quiet and follow suit.

so i guess i'm a good leader then. i can follow as well.

i hate to be the only one who has the guts to tell his silly ass off. and because i'm the only one who does, he thinks i'm being bitchy and picky...even when i tell it to him nicely.

it sure doesn't pay to be nice...and straightforward, i gather.

my style is what makes me unique.

how can anyone expect me to ditch that and become a regular cookie?

i'd hate for people to condemn my ideas just because they come from me - miss radical.

but don't you people get it? I AM NOT SHEEP.

i don't have wool...i don't stick my nose in the grass and graze all day...and i'd hate getting shaved naked when i've got a thick coat anyways.

i stink.

i love grime.

i frown.

i snigger.

but did you know that i smile and cry as well?

i smiled when i picked up a penny on the streets.

i cried when my best friend, slimy, went to the moon.

and though my favorite word seems to be "SCRAM", i'm secretly hoping someone could see through that fiercely independent exterior and be my friend.

my name is oscar, and i live in a trash can.

and who says grouches don't like hugs?