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blog hopping is fun when you have a hundred pages of reading and no time left.

common theme among posts by singaporeans studying abroad: it's the time of the semester when we just want it all to bloody end. thoughts of home, looming finals, enough of the bloody cold and general sian-ness. at least it is nice to know i am not alone, eh.

in other, less depressing news... this weekend is wesfest, which is quite exciting! mabuhay, caliente, fashion show and... 4/20. nyeheheh. sk if you are reading this, i dedicate 4/20 to you.

kbye.

more signs that my brain has atrophied

last night i dreamt that salad fingers had a twin. he was yellow.

i forgot that singapore has had 3 prime ministers. i thought there were only two.

i giggled to myself when i discovered the french word for kahpuang: polochon.

and, finally, i keep watching this little gem that felicia has forced upon me:

wah shit so bored and, i love old music!

playlist for tonight:
Everything I Own - Bread
Without You - Air Supply
Everlasting Love - Andy Gibb
More Than A Woman - The Beegees
Rocket Man - Elton John
Who's Crying Now - The Journey
Make It With You - Bread
Baby Come Back - Player
Babe - Styx
New Kid In Town - Eagles

this is the only thing getting me through this long cold night of writing french essay.

old songs always bring me back to sitting in father's car on saturday nights. i know i've said this before but I love the feeling of complete comfort and fullness and security after a simple dinner at a hawker centre with my family, then letting parents take care of getting us back home safely, plopping in front of the tv and eating grapes while watching HBO.

sometimes independence is overrated. sometimes.

i sent my parents an email telling them i missed them, and the last sentence of my father's reply is this: 'you have to deliver the grades'.

those 6 words make me unimaginably sad.

hmm

econ midterm today, which means last night had.. minimal sleep.

studied with andrew in chinese house until wee hours, which wasn't very productive cos we... blind leading blind la.

however, we discussed primary school oral. DAMN FUNNY OK.

i remember the days when we had to look at a picture and say things like
'this seems to be a picture of a kitchen. there is a girl standing to the upper-right hand corner, and she looks uncertain. maybe she does not know what to cook'
'perhaps an accident has just occurred. the cars are overturned, and the man sitting on the ground seems to have blood on his knees'

SO STUPID. WHY MUST DO THINGS LIKE THIS. and it got worse with chinese, but i shall not go there.

in other news, i have been listening to v v nais old songs, by like chicago and air supply and the beegees. i don't know why they make me SO HAPPY. i am, after all, an old man under this youthful exterior.

ok. now the rest of the day looms ahead. weather nice like sai, but cannot sit on grass, cos am busy fuck :( must go. Bye!

still alive

hello, all ye five people who care about my wellbeing. i am alive, but just barely.

went to middlebury for the weekend for HELLISH water polo tournament. got kicked in crotch and grabbed on boob by huge yale women. scary shit. lost all games, needless to say.

this week is also hellish. i just need to survive the french essay, econ midterm, water polo championships (-.-), dance practices, jobs, mabuhay meetings, taiko practice and homework.

greece (and seoul. heheh.) lonely planet guidebooks came in mail today. NYEHEHEHE SO FUNNNN. i just wanna sit on foss hill in the sun and plan trip and highlight things but... cannot. sucks.

weather is getting better though! this makes me happy. ok that is all. my life is boring shit.

k bye. must read french again. merdeputainsallopecannard.

if you don't hear from me by this sunday night, it means i have met my watery death at the hands of a college butch with monster arms. :(

need... rest...

3.15am! :(

no time to breathe. but. here is a sign that my brain has, indeed, atrophied.

me: i like this singer, his name is... Normal.
shirin: harh? who?
me: er... he is r&b singer! Norma... EH WAIT. NOT NORMAL. HIS NAME IS COMMON.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WE LAUGH UNTIL SIT ON TOILET FLOOR.

ok. you had to be there la, for the full force of the stupidity to hit you. but can understand right. normal and common... the names quite similar hor.

and... GREECE :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D i cannot wait to be a beggar in greece. being a beggar in greece totally pws being a beggar in... middletown.

k. sleep. need sleep.

bloody french

living a life where i am almost never alone, where there is the constant cacophony of school work friends play study, i sometimes feel that i am slowly, gradually, losing myself.

this is why i am cooped up alone in room tonight, alone alone alone. DAMN SHIOK.

i booked the greece tickets! EGGS!!!!! (short for eggsciting, for those not in the know.)

also, i skyped naomin tonight for a very very nice 10 minutes. omg i miss home so much i cannot take it.

ok now i must... read french novel again. it is indecipherable, and i am sad. :(