Mega exciting weekend

I said I was looking forward to the weekend yes?

I am checking into this with a group of friends later. It's free - my best friend received a hotel voucher and we're all going to hang out together. Mega excited!

Heading over to eat the famous Chicken Rice in Orchard at 1 PM. Checking in at 2 PM, going to hang out for a while, catch a movie and head over to Timbre at night. Shiok!

I am so excited I can't sleep! Okay that's not completely true - I still got plenty of researching to do. Looking forward to tomorrow, no worries I'm going to be equipped with a camera so watch this space/facebook for the pictures!

Dream

I had the weirdest dream ever.

I dreamed that I was white-water rafting and somehow the boat capsized and I drowned. But I didn't die. I survived on this unknown island which was inhabited by some strange South American tribal people. I remember I was also hanging out with one kiddo who happened to be lost like me as well.

Later on, I was made to be enrolled in the strange tribal people's college and forced to study Psychology. I told them I wanted to go to HOME. I don't know why and how but Home in this dream referred to the United States. I pleaded with the tribal authorities to alert the govt to send a helicopter down to save me but they completely refused. I wailed and I cried and I wept and I screamed and I shouted... In short, I emo-ed but they still refused to help me!

It ended abruptly there and I was so relieved it was just a dream. Now, this is proof of how one's daily lives can significantly influence one's dreams.

On the day before I had the dream, I went to Stats lecture and the lecturer made a statement about pyschology majors being weird. See the relation? Strange tribal people and forcing me to study psychology. And that is not all. Before I went to sleep that night, I was chatting with a friend online making plans for a holiday and we talked about white-water rafting.

See how things fall into place?

Of nauseousness and boredom

Olive cove iced mocha made me feel like puking in the MRT just now. I think I should never try to drink it on an empty stomach. I endured and survived an hour of train journey, a smelly MRT toilet and a seemingly neverending winding bus ride without puking.

I thoroughly enjoyed Chinese lessons now. I made two new friends today - a Malaysian girl and a local guy, both also from ChE. I slept for only 2 hours max this morning by the way - I tossed around in bed till around 4 am and decided to go to my parents bedroom to sleep. I tossed and turned again till about half past 5 and got up 2 hours later.

This morning I was on the bus and I suddenly thought of something. The next time you are alone and tremendously bored, look around you. Apart from the usual people-watching, attempt to infer information about them from their general appearances and their behaviours.

I saw an old lady crossing the road with a empty trolley. Ah huh! Must be going to the market. She didn't look left or right before crossing. Ah huh! Lived too long already. I saw a Chinese lady standing around with a kid in uniform. Ah huh! Waiting for school bus. They looked alike. Ah huh! Must be mother-son. I also saw a very annoying old apek by the roadside smoking. Ah huh! Another case of someone living too long already. Ah huh! Want to die, die alone. Don't bring other people down to hell with you.

I think I am actually overdoing it. But that was my thought process as I was observing these people. Well, something to do when you're really bored cos it sorta makes time pass rather quickly.

This morning I also saw a guy blatantly drinking a can of coke in the MRT. I hope he tio fined.

Eyes wide... awake

Looking forward to this weekend!

I have school at ten later and I'm still awake doing design research. Can I stop being so hardworking? I think I can't sleep now cos I slept for a couple of hours last night. Lesson of the day: Never lie on the bed before bedtime.

I emailed a professor from South Africa regarding some questions I have about my design project and he responded less than 24 hours later. I am so elated because I think I wasn't going to expect a reply? Nice of him to do so! Now I have more burning questions to ask but I don't want to piss him off by asking too much. I am still awaiting replies from some other people in South Africa, so South Africans if you're reading this now, can you please tell your agricultural department to get back to me?

I hate pimples in the nostrils, or anywhere near the nostrils. They hurt real bad. I don't have any on my nose now, but that's just a random thought. I think other than the nostril, the next worst place to have a pimple is anywhere near the eyes. Hate it when that happens and I need to rub my eyes.

I sent a text message to S about me having no date this Vday and his response was so funny. He said he was going to have a date... with his customers at work. I replied: Thanks, that made me feel so much better! HAHAHAHA.

Okie! :) Back to research. I think I'm sleeping at 3.

Kanungnit

I went to dine with the family today at a Thai restaurant.

I was suddenly reminded of my dear old Thai friend I made during the WAT program. Nit was this pleasant old Thai lady who worked with me in the kitchen. I really miss talking to her! I still remember how the both of us burst into tears on my last day of work. She was the Thai mother I never had. :(


The one on the right is Kanungnit.

The one on the left is not a mother yet. And she's a ghost.

Love

I make it a point to update my blog as often as I can now because I realize there are still people who read my entries! Amazing.

I was on the bus today when this really fat lady came up and sat behind me with her kid, like a fifth of her size. I thought she was the kid's sister but it turned out she was the mom! I know I'd sound like I'm damn kaypoh if I say this, but I just couldn't help overhearing their conversation! They were RIGHT behind me! How not to listen?

Anyway, just by listening to her funny conversation with the kid, I could tell she loves her daughter very much. I can sort of feel the warmth she's showering her little imp with, just like how I can feel my mom is showering my little niece and nephews with all the love that she can possibly offer.

Sometimes, I feel my parents pamper them too much (esp my dad), but most of the time I can understand why: They're joy-bringers to my folks. It's no wonder that they're so close to them. When I get married and have kids, I hope my kids will be close to my folks too. My folks are good joy-showerers. :)

Chinese 1

妈妈很忙，爸爸也是。

哥哥要咖啡，弟弟不要。

老实是好人，我也使好人，我们都是好人。

友一个女学生很讨厌人啊。。。

I hate people who bail

When I was down and out, where the fuck were you? I went through a rough patch for a few weeks and I bet with my life you didn't even know it happened. When that bitch was feeling low, amazingly you knew almost immediately... and I was subsequently told about it though I swear I didn't have to know.

Now, who is your best friend? Me or her? When you were down and out, who offered you his listening ear?

Last Saturday, so much for making an appointment with me eh? I left the fucking Saturday for you fucktard. And then I got to know you went out to watch movie with other people instead. Wow. Am I just a fucking option? You're a priority on my list by the way. Oh wait, were. I guess not anymore. Just you wait, it's tit for tat.

And that fucking ungrateful bailing petty vietnamese bitch. It makes my blood boil each time I remember how she fucking bails me out on the Halloween party. I hope you grow so fat till you fucking explode. I'm NEVER going to forgive that fat slob.

Random thoughts

Myojo's Singapore Sambal Seafood Ramen noodles make me happy.
Talking about food in the middle of the night makes me hungry.
The thought of having gained 2 weeks in recent weeks makes me angry.
I do research for Design every night and it's making me go... crazy.

Growing old and graduation

I am home doing research for Design on a Saturday night.

I am so lazy to get out of the house even to run errands okay? I went for my tuition job this morning for an hour and returned home hoping to do constructive work but eventually idled around the house and read up a bit on my research project. I watched TV while surfing net for a good 4 hours and then my sis came along and together with Mom, we talked over dinner.

I used to abhor these kinda weekends. I used to think weekends are so precious that they MUST be spent outside. I used to call people out during the weekends so that I won't be stuck at home. It seems that things have sorta changed now. I am fine with going out, but I'm more fine with staying home and enjoying my weekend in the comforts of TV, laptop and the bed.

Signs of growing old? Maybe.

Things I am actually looking forward to in the coming days/months/years to come:

1) Chinese 1. Making new friends.
2) Europe trip. Hope my friends don't bail.
3) Graduation in July. Finally time to don THE gown.
4) Dating. Yes, dating. I want to date. Let's go!

I miss courting phases. I miss hugs. I miss watching movies with a significant other. I miss talking on the phone.

I finally found out what's wrong with me all these years. I will overcome it this year, so welcome me to the club!

It's been close to four years since I matriculated as a 大学生. Look at me now, I'm months to graduation and doing my parents proud. Everything is just too fast.

GPA woes

Was calculating my GPA for all the previous semesters and realized Semester 3 really pulled it down by a large margin. I need more As now.

I am going to study non-stop for my last semester and hopefully it is going to pay off.

Junior School

I was on the bus home from tuition just now when I saw the backyard of a primary school. It was then I remember my childhood days in my primary school which took place nearly 14 years ago.

I wasn't an active kid but I wasn't an exceptionally quiet and dull person in school. I was just the average Joe, the friend you could befriend but not expect a best buddyship out of him. But apart from that, I was also someone who'd go all out for something he's passionate about.

During my time in primary school, the pathway adjacent to the school garden which led to the school backyard was a popular haunt for us kids. I can't actually remember if there was really a case of burglary or was it some kids getting injured - all I remember was me and some friends acted as investigators ala Sherlock Holmes every single day during recess and we sure had a ball of a time.

I still remember there was a tree in the school backyard which had red stains and everyone claimed it was blood. Human blood. So blah. I was so young and naive back then. I also remember buying some kid explosives for 2 bucks from the nearest mama shop and one of them teachers confiscated it from my school uniform's pocket. She's just weird... And my form teacher also stole my UNO cards and hasn't returned them to me till now. I bet it's somewhere buried in the Semakau Landfill.

Those bittersweet memories!

French III

It was supposed to be a happy moment for me. I got into French Level 3 after taking placement test on Thursday. After 9 years of not being in touch with French, I actually managed to get into Level 3 which was a pretty good deal, since I didn't bother to study at all before the test.

And then it turned out that French 3 is not offered this semester. Imagine the disappointment! This sem's going to be my last before I graduate. Baaaaaskkeet!

Erm... it's not my fault that I'm so smart right?

I emailed the coordinator asking if my placement test could be reviewed so I could take French as a module before I say goodbye to university.

And this reply was what I got:

"It's just too bad."

Fuck that old french Idiot. If I see him during my grad trip to France, I'll whack him with a French loaf.

No more FYP.

FYP is officially over. It's time to chilllllllllllll!

I'm graduating in less than 6 months. :>

I promise I'd blog more from now on, okiez?