magazine of the Biological Sciences Society
National University of Singapore
|The Mudskipper, Nov 97|
Full of Birders
When Joelle told me she'd put me in an apartment with Alvin, Clarence and Malcolm, I clutched my head in despair. "A bunch of birders", I moaned.
Early morning walks are a must, but someone has to wake up on time. Arts grad Ye Chen would dutifully come in each morning at 5am to call us. After my cold morning shower (an enthusiasm for which they did not share) I would boil up water for coffee whilst the lads staggered out of bed. Quite disappointingly, the attraction of the dawn chorus was sufficiently appetising, so I was unable to drag them out of bed by their ankles - a scene I had hopefully contemplated the first night we retired. Minutes later, a motley crowd led by Joelle would steal in to munch on our biscuits and drink our coffee as the sound of the shrieking, moaning wind outside chilled our hearts.
All in all, they had their moments.
Clarence's head in a turban after a shower, his early morning shivering, Alvin's sinual-trumpeting in the mornings, his snickering at the undergrads and pensive Malcoim's half-hearted jumping on the bed to wake Clarence. They were brought to life by sesions of KooBah! or Captain's ball, and were surprisingly tidy and were more regular about baths than some of the girls. And I must say, when I leaned over a hill slope edge to photograph a ginger flower, the three of them hung on my single ankle with red, straining faces (testimony to my weight, I think) and didn't let go. But then, I had the apartment key in my pocket...
© N Sivasothi, 2001