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Wednesday, August 30
Rooster ruckus.
I think I will on decide the guy I marry by the contents of his iTunes playlist - presumably he will have one - because if there's one thing you can trust, it's good music. And if you happen to have anything in your list that goes by the lyrics 'Numa Numa' (or somewhat to that effect), you can just forget it. Seriously.
Pop-tarts are sweeter than you.
I suppose life is beginning to look up.
Classes are generally an enjoyment (and just wait 'til the male models come!); hall life is filled with nights of mahjong and suppers; my Macbook is here; my Maestro guitar is on the way.. ... Brilliant. Throw in a hot boyfriend and my satisfaction quota for the next year or so would have been maxed out. Or should have.
Oddly enough, these few weeks have cruised by without so much as a skip in my heartbeat. Except perhaps the time when I overloaded on oil-laden pork slices at Marina Bay. It's not the excitement that kills, but the languid moments in between where I try to catch my breath and realise I can't breathe at all. It's when I throw open my room door in an attempt to connect myself somehow with everything going on around me (along with dismal attempts to capture a non-existent breeze), all the time knowing I'm still shut inside.
What I am trying to say, for those who have been thrown off your tracks by my runaway train of thought, is that something needs to change - that something of which, in all probability, would be my own mindset. Or maybe the speed of my virtually-defunct ceiling fan.
Being in uni is like having your whole life condensed into one environment. What used to be a very neatly compartmentalised list of friends from Cedar, CJ, Judo, Bay, etc. are now thrust together and blurred amist long-forgotten ones like PLMGPS, and newly-unfamiliar ones like ADM, Hall 14 and so on. And I am finding it exceedingly difficult to juggle and maintain this new web of relationships I've acquired, without damaging or neglecting the old.
MSN groups just got a hell lot more complicated.
... And what's funny is that people actually think I'm quiet. (I heard that snigger.) But what's funnier is that, yknow what, I am. Am terribly bad at warming up to new people, that is. Oh well, God help them when I do.
In the meantime, let me quote Gwen Stefani (or, G.Stef, for those in the know) in saying: This shit is bananas.
"Eh Shauuuuun!"
Where is the moment
That you needed the most?
There's a monster under my bed.
The film Koyaanisqatsi by Francis Ford Coppola has officially been added to my LOTILIDU - List Of Things In Life I Don't Understand - along with stuff like Tom Cruise's fake daughter, why people walk right to the end to use a toilet cubicle when the first one is empty, Days of our Lives, the proper way of using chopsticks, and of course, boys and their fascination with DOTA.
But don't even try to explain.
The demise of Singaporeman.
"He chiong for Hello Kitty then sway sway on the way step on durian shell, then gahmen fine him 'cause the tissue paper he use to chop seats at kopitiam fall out of his pocket when he hop hop in pain 'cause kena poke by durian, and that is consider litter ma."
*_*
Fireworks, you?
Hyrus hydrus!
Update update - because much has changed in between the few pixels that seperate this post and the previous.
...Well I've moved into hall, (except my room is essentially bare save for a few shirts and my toothbrush and my newly bought Strawberry Shortcake clothes hooks), and camp was fun! If you happened to see a bunch of idiots running around Singapore in orange tees like freakin' Duracell Bunnies - well chances are one of them was me.
Yeah so I'm up to my head with moving in, decorating my room, striking the right balance of clothes to bring to hall and to leave at home, etc. Not to mention buying materials for drawing and settling my matriculation.
Busy busy but I'm highly anticipating all of it. Met some new people and some old over there, much to my delight. (Note to Waki: Huizi's in my hall! And incidentally she won the Best Babe thingy - no surprise there.) And on this note, I'm once again starting school, and this time without either one of my best friends with me - I miss you guys already.
As apparent from this little ramble, my linguistics have seriously gone down the drain after 4 whole days of mindless cheering (ie. 'We will crush you like a Hum Chim Bang...' - I won't go on.) I promise better when I feel like it. In the meantime..
Onward soldiers!