Mundane life

Wake up.

Off to school.

1 hour journey on the MRT.

Classes in the morning.

No lunch.

Straight to the laboratory.

Idle periods spent at E5 for revision and research.

Go home at 4PM.

1 hour journey on the MRT back home.

Home.

Ka Ho Yuet Yuen / Tutorials.

Sleep.

Cycle repeats.

Stare what stare?

The other day on the way back home from school I decided to take a leak at Klementy MRT Station toilet before boarding the train. When I entered the toilet, I realized the urinals but one were not occupied. I walked into the cubicle directly behind the urinal behind the urinal which was occupied and did what I had to do. I left the door open behind me.

When I was done with whatever I had to do, I cleaned up and turned back and realized the old man who was occupying the urinal was still there standing in front of it. Man, he must have had a surge of pee judging from the time he had taken as he was already there before I arrived. As I walked out of the cubicle, I also realized he wasn’t looking everywhere else but his own dingdongbell. That sure was weird because he finally settled his gaze on the guy peeing a few urinals away from him. Sick bastard.

Old man staring at other guys’ privates is just… scatologically wrong.

I finally walked out and upon noticing my observation on him, he tilted his body to my side with his pants down. OH MY GOD. I swear it killed my appetite instantly. I think I was semi blind for a good 15 minutes or so after that.

He appeared nonchalant throughout the whole incident. I went to the wash basin area (blocked by walls so I couldn’t see urinals anymore) to wash my hands and my face and eyes (Need to cleanse them) and when I was going to leave the toilet, he was still in the urinals area, most probably standing at the same spot waiting for other victims to “beo” at.

Guys, beware!

Just me and the durian

I think I am not easy to get along with. I just find it difficult to be chummy with people I hardly/never interact. I would most probably score a zero in the First-Impression-O-Meter because I don't talk much, I hardly smile, and I just keep quiet on first meeting. I come across as arrogant ALL THE TIME.

Some friends remark I don't smile enough. Some tell me the concavity of my lips make me look grumpy and unapproachable. Others say I look too cheeky if I smile excessively. So what should I do now - kill myself? Nah, just kidding.

I also have this tendency to avoid acquaintances on the streets unless absolutely necessary. I do likewise because I don't think I want to be put in an awkward moment with nothing to say but hi, how're you today? I hate to make small talks. Such actions will probably automatically put me into the likes of "cocky" and "attitude" by friendly people who probably love making small talks so much it has to be their hobby but at the end of the day, opinion is theirs and personality is mine. No amount of opinions being forced on me can change me.

I used to be the person who thinks the more people I can reach out to, the better, the merrier, the happier. The more people around me, the more happening my life will be. But it seems evident from past relationships in general that quantity can never override quality. So now I'm the guy who thinks less is more, feels the need to focus on those who really matter.

It's definitely not easy getting to know such a self-admitting seemingly conceited and standoffish individual (many have claimed I'm a difficult person to start with), but allow me to say something in my defence. Perhaps the analogy to the durian will fit me tremendously well. Some people like it so much (me inclusive), some people abhor the smell even from a distance and others probably have a love-hate relationship with it (ie hate it sometimes, love it other times). The durian comes with a hard, thorny shell, one which will prick you leaving you howl in pain and tears, but the treasures in the durian scream heavenly if perfectly appreciated.

Like the durian, I'm not perfect but it's assuring that at least I do have my good points.

Alysha unwell

Get well soon Alysha!

Slowly but surely

1st week: 58.8
2nd week: 57.4
3rd week: 57.7
4th week: 57.3
5th week: 56.9

= )

Foreigners

We Singaporeans diss them all the time for snatching our grades in school AND jobs in the future, destroying the social landscape in our homeland and becoming a part of us when they're not even born on our soil. But have we really put ourselves in their shoes and feel how they feel being in a foreign land? Leaving behind their loved ones and the familiar environment they've been living in all their lives, most of them come here with a honest motive. To study. To earn an honest living. To search for greener pastures. To get out of the poverty cycle in their homeland.

Foreigner friends I know, some even younger than me, are already crossing borders in search of knowledge far away from the watchful eyes of their parents. It so amazes me because at this age, I still don't think I will be able to survive out there on my own, though of course it's not an entirely impossible feat. It's not easy leading such an independent life.

Food for thought.

The inspiration of this entry came from a mini birthday celebration I had today for a foreigner friend of mine. Her birthday was a month or so ago but we couldn't celebrate it until today because she was overseas doing her internship. I could sense the feeling of gratitude and warmth from her as we presented her with the mini birthday cake.

What made me pen this entry down was when she said "This is my first birthday cake this year. I am so touched". It actually gave me this warm fuzzy feeling that hey, I made a teeny weeny difference in someone else's life - that of a foreigner who is far away from her loved ones and her homeland - by giving her a surprise birthday celebration, albeit a belated one.

As irritating as some foreigners might be, they come here not to be ridiculed by us locals, each of them have a story to tell and if we decide to be nice enough to lend our ears to them, then we wouldn't harbour so much animosity towards them. Personally I feel it's already not an easy decision for one to leave one's comfort zones, what more start life from zero.

So I guess the perfect advice for this entry would be this: Put yourself in the smelly shoes of the foreigners. Most of them probably wouldn't want to be here if they could help it.

Joyeux anniversaire, Huong. =)

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