shake, shake, shake, shake the frame of this house.

Pink Sperry Boat Shoes on ebay.

It has all been good.

(Sandy's right when she said this blog is gonna be stagnant after the exams end. Half-right, at least.)

Tuesday, 25.11

Right after the torrid forensic science paper, I went home to see the folks after a week of absence. Had dinner with my mum which was pretty much a good way to end the exams; just letting time pass as both of us sat at the coffeeshop and talked, over chicken rice :) Of course, I spent time with my two favourite felines. Realizing how fat cotton is becoming and how genie is limping more as she grows, but still ever-so-loyal. And they are even loyal to each other, always giving each other a bath before they sleep. I forget these things about my cats. If anyone told you cats aren't loyal, they obviously haven't had my cats.

Came back to hall to see the Rest. All 9 of us headed for supper at Choa Chua Kang, on two bikes and a car, no less. Realising how much I miss having supper with ziqiang and zhiwei together and how much bullshit we talk about over supper. Came back for the age-old tradition of poker and ended the night with surfing the net till 633 the next morning. Its amazing how much pleasure I derive from doing non-productive activities.

Throughout the day, it was the same weird feeling that I felt. The absence of a rush to get somewhere and do something. It was nice, just hanging out with some of my very favourite people and falling into the rut called routine which is really a nice rut to be in :)

Wednesday, 26.11

The plan that day was actually for me to meet my mum and bring the folks, from the home she is helping at, out for Quantum of Solace. My mum volunteers at this place that helps these people that're disabled and are on wheelchairs. Plus, she also volunteers at this home for young teenage girls. She's that kinda person who gives without expecting, and would do it just because she enjoys it. Unfortunately, some bureaucratic shite happened and she couldn't bring them out. So we went swimming instead and had a good twenty plus laps together. 

After which, I went to zouk and my question is this: do all boys, if single, not give up a chance for a one night stand? Anyhows, it was a blast and so many friends were there which is always one of the highlights of partying: seeing people that you would want to see but haven't got the chance to, otherwise. It was nice seeing you lanz, tiffany, joel, tabitha, wen han, the cs folks, navin and the rest.

Okay, this blog is not gonna be a reiteration of all the mundane happenings in my life. That would be a drag to read. Events aren't events without thoughts and memories attached. These few days there're so many thoughts running through my mind and my lesson is this: its odd how you learn more about life and people when you're not busy mugging. Which is ironic because the lessons about life and people are so much more important than learning about media laws and media history. Sigmund Freud and Karl Marx do not add anything into my life except pseudo knowledge. 

I am also starting to appreciate how much I enjoy being alone. I don't know if its a good thing because December is a month that I gotta meet up with all these people before I leave. But being alone recharges you, sorts out your thoughts and weirdly, gives you strength. I forget how much I miss reading a book to sleep, writing in the diary, watching endless tv or eating alone. I know its creepy how I like doing all these things but its really serene and as samuel calls it, its 'me-time' which everyone needs. Anyhows, these are my random thoughts which doesn't make any sense but I had to write down.

I love the boys in my hall (ziqiang, zhiwei, keesiang, kiangiap and alvin) and their hearts. They are the kinda boys that any girl would be lucky to have. They are the kinda boys that as they are walking, talking, absorbed in conversation, they can stop for a girl in a wheelchair and offer to carry her up the stairs.

I love how reading puts you in a whole new perspective and mindset, seeing the world through another person's eyes. 

I love how the house looks after it has been painted. And the smell of fumes of paint ;)

I love how partying, as tiring as it is, allows you to let down you hair and for one night, be consumed by music.

I love my friends. Each and everyone.

I love how even in sg, I see leaves turning red.

I love how exercising feels.

I love the smell of petrol. Maybe Malaysian petrol more.

I cannot understand what drives boys to do all these senseless things and cannot fathom how testosterone is such a impetus; more so than the head.

I cannot understand how my friends forgive me when I'm a brat.

I cannot understand how its so easy for me to like someone when I first meet them. After which, I see all these flaws and its a struggle to accept them whole. And once that struggle is complete, its so easy to appreciate that person in all his totality. I firmly believe that if a relationship is not tested, it isn't a relationship at all.

I cannot understand how I don't spend enough time with the folks because it is really satisfying.

Most of all, the most perplexing question that has been bugging me: I don't understand how I can be so excited about going to sweden at the start, but start to dread it now. I don't wanna leave.

(i know how this is an extremely long rant. but its apt for my extremely long absence.)