Friday, July 28, 2006

TGIF!!! YES!!!

Hah. I wish my excitement was real. Yeah, I was fakin' it. So what that today's Friday? Not like all the other days are different now.

Except Saturday.

Yay, Saturday.

?dael had a question at 1:32 PM

Thursday, July 27, 2006

La-dee-da-dee-da, a life of inactivity for me.

I feel so sluggish lately. There's nothing to do around here. All I do is watch TV, go online for hours and hours, and drink so much milo. *Fun* innit?

Who knew that having classes, projects, and assignments, topped off by going crazy with fellow friends could be much more fun than all of that?

La-dee-da-dee-da, a life of inactivity for me.

?dael had a question at 1:23 PM

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Old habits die hard.

I'm still surfing the net like as if I was in Mission College. I'd connect to the LAN or use the library computer for hours, and I'm still doing the same thing here back home. The difference is, I don't have to pay for the internet connection in MC. I do have to here.

The internet bill is gonna go through the roof...

?dael had a question at 2:31 PM

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Haha!

I'm done with all my finals! Better yet, I'm done with summer session!

Woohoo!

A few more days and I'll be home!!!

?dael had a question at 2:19 PM

Sunday, July 16, 2006

Made it back to Thailand today.

But not in one piece.

I left some of me there in Singapore.

In just a few days, I have grown attached to Singapore and a few of its fair citizens. And with a heavy and broken heart, I left my former hometown Singapore.

Thanks to Dette and especially Lionel who made each night out memorable. (Yes Lionel, I will always remember that night!) And Dette, you are so nice to tease! Thanks for treating me every meal. I miss you guys that it makes me cry when I think of you guys.

Thanks to Nathaniel Tan and his family for sharing with me their hospitality... and the mooncake, and the Weetbix, and the dried tomatoes, and the dried apricots?peaches?...

And thanks to Shimona and her family, especially her mother who was kind enough to give me a facial. Never before have I applied facial mask to my face and then have a picture of me with the mask taken. What's worse, Shimona has that picture on her blog here. Yays. Thank you Shimona.

And thanks to everyone else who made my brief trip to Singapore pleasant (and not so pleasant).

I wish I didn't have to come back...

?dael had a question at 11:40 PM

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

I'm going to Singapore this afternoon.

I'll be hopping on the van to the airport at 1400, and getting on the plane at 2010.

So much time in between, right? I'll be growing roots from my feet while I wait for the time to pass.

It's the destination, not the journey.

Chicken rice, here I come!

?dael had a question at 12:31 PM

Friday, July 07, 2006

Karma. What a fantastic concept.

Every Friday is room cleaning day. The shelves, the cabinets, the floor, the beds, the balcony, the bathroom, the toilet, the mirror, the sinks, the counter, the windows, etc. There's so much to clean that it's intimidating for one person clean them alone.

Twice I've cleaned all of that by myself. And it's pretty exhausting, to sweep, mop, dust, wipe, dry, organize, empty the trash, etc., without my roommate's help.

To my pleasant surprise, when I woke up this morning, there was a neatly-written note on my desk. As I read it, bing! I felt instantly awake. (I usually wake up all groggy. Who doesn't?)

"And there I was, frolicking in the morning flowers of Friday as I have never before, taking in their sweet scent of relief and requited deeds... knowing that these flowers are only temporary."

My roommate wrote in the note that he was going to clean the room... without me. He says he's giving me a break, since I've already cleaned the room twice by myself.

I love karma.

Note: I've done it twice, he's doing it only once. Does that mean I don't have to clean the room again? I mean, I still have 1 karmic round to go, right?

?dael had a question at 11:40 AM

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Two and a half more weeks, and summer classes are over.

I can't wait for the summer session to end, but yet, at the same time, I don't want it to end.

It will be more than a month before I can meet up with the crazy people I love, the people that make my life so... abnormal.

I can't imagine what a little over one month of separation will do to me. Will I become normal again?

That's a thought that scares me.

?dael had a question at 4:36 PM

Monday, July 03, 2006

YAYS!

My last speech is over and done with! Goodbye to peeing so many times before and during class!
Now all I have to do is concentrate for the final exam... which is in 3 days. And I haven't even read my textbook yet. Good thing we only need to study the last 5 chapters.

Hmm. 5. That's not a big number, is it? Did I mention that each chapter has a high paper and word count? 1 chapter will take hours to digest. Just imagine how many hours 5 chapters will take to digest! And in just 3 days :(

Is there such thing as a mental regurgitation? You just take in too much too fast that your brain just pukes all of it out?

At least I don't have to do anymore speeches. At least this is the final week for this course. Final week! After that I can sleep in on Tuesdays and Thursdays!

Two more weeks and I'm bound for home! Yays! Can't wait to see my mimeow cet. The one that's still alive and *eating*. It's gonna be weird, going home and not see the hideous, yet adorable, blob of orange and white dragging its fat ass around anymore. It didn't even meow, it ngeng-ed. And that is how it got its weird name: ngeng-ngeng.

I don't think I've completely moved on. I'm still reminded of my cat. Whenever I think about ngeng-ngeng, I still feel the waves of sadness and regret crashing upon my heart's shore.

Just days ago, I was shouting in my mind, asking my cat why it couldn't wait for me to come home, to see it one last time.

I still miss you.

I can't wait to get over my cat's death, and yet, I don't want to get over it. It's like that's the only way to keep it alive in my memory.

Enough about a dead cat.

Note to self: Just be happy that the other one is still alive. And *eating*.

?dael had a question at 4:08 PM

Sunday, July 02, 2006

I so want to drink Milo right now, but I ran out. How sad is that? I'm now suffering from withdrawal symptoms.

The onset of Monday Blues on a boring Sunday night doesn't make it better. Studying ethics can be such a drag, especially during group discussions where this one annoying, know-it-all guy keeps sharing anecdotes that do not necessarily relate to the topics. There are times I just want to put my hands around his neck and wring it while my nails dig into his skin. Yeah. Now that'd be a worthwhile story to tell.

"And his head was barely held by his twisted neck to his body, the bones in his neck pulverised by a strong force. The perpetrator was last seen with throbbing temples, storming out of the room, his presence fading away in his evil laughter that was laced with cruel satisfaction. The deserving victim died in his chair, a glint of regret in his dead eyes, forever silent, never again to tell his stories that got him killed."

Hehehe. Sorry. I couldn't help it. I was just imagining...

On the subject of tomorrow, I'm going jogging in the morning. Yes. I have to get back at it. Must train for the highly-anticipated, but still in the planning process, event of conquering Mt Kinabalu next year. Not sure whether it's gonna happen, but at least I'm giving my body some exercise, which is never bad.

I'm also doing my last speech for speech class. The hardest one yet - persuasive speech. The thought of it being the last actually makes me want to get in front of class and do it. Something I've never felt before. I'm gonna have to try to make my audience think about sleeping early and getting enough sleep. You know, college students, free to do anything, including getting in bed in the wee hours of the morning.

So, now I have to prepare for tomorrow... by getting a good's night rest.

Correction: In one of my previous posts entitled "2 Fast 2 Students in a Coma", I have made a mistake. They were never in a coma. They were just sedated because, according to a source, one of them kept pulling the IV out of herself.

?dael had a question at 9:16 PM