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Monday, September 30, 2002

i love this monday. :)
well, i had to interview a political science lecturer dr. antonio rappa today on the status of kristang (a portuguese creole with malay influence, a rojak language like singlish) and the eurasian community. enjoyed it like nuts. though i was a little nervous at the beginning. the lecturer asked me midway of the interview.
"why is your chest red? did u scratch it or..?"
"no i think it was the coffee"...

one of the excruciating em-brassing moments in life. i don't know whether it was the adrenaline high coupled with anxiety and nervousness plus shot of expresso that did it... and he's got such a great rapport with the honors people. comments like "huge dicks" and sarcastic remarks zipping to and fro, across the room. he even said he doesn't think i'll go into honors, jokingly.
somehow, he seems to think i'm gentle, sensitive and stuff like that coz he always apologises after he makes a bawdy comment or retorts back sarcastically to my questions... very interesting. i am far from sweet, perhaps looks wise (tt's REALLY stretching it now), but man... i'm a walking, blundering little piece of cosmos in the process of being sucked into a black hole..

hmm watever. i haven't had coffee for such a long time and espresso somemore. i still feel the buzz 5 hours later and notwithstanding, a couple of trips to the loo. i don't think it's coffee. but i love interviewing and at the end of the whole session...

dr rappa: you're really brave to speak in front of my class... thanks for coming down... my pleasure...
paul: you should be a journalist...

oh now paul is one of his honor students. i interviewed him along with dr. rappa coz he's an eurasian. and then after 4 hours, i bumped into him again and he just basically said the same compliments again. and i always am very bad at recieving compliments, my witty rhetoric bubble is easily burst. so i just say thankyou repeatedly.

and then again, i had more questions to ask the pair but i was too nervous, high, anxious, caffeinated to think straight. so truly, i'm not that great. it was my first interview in a long time and i don't do much interviews in the first place. i think i've only conducted four so far.

before this post gets boring, i better sign off and anyways, my dad is coming around to pick me up soon...

posted by happyhannon at 5:48 PM