The day I bought my sportscard... The Saturday I used my sports card for the 1st time...
Bloody sports card cost me 55 pounds. I know, I know. I do the stupidest things (like missing trains and flights). I had managed to get away without a sportscard for the past 2 years. The trick was to 1. Arrive fashionably late (~30min) 2. Look harrassed like I was a really important person on the team and rush in while avoiding eye contact. But this year a smart-ass I dun really like but who unfortunately is actually an important member in the club said, "blah blah blah..... and you WILL be checked this year." They do say things like that every year, but somehow this year it sounded more convincing and so I was convinced to consider the option of getting the card. While I was in the office making the card I was having a flu and so did not look very merry. Annoyingly, ang mohs have this habit of trying to get Asians to look/sound more enthused and so whenever I interact with one they like to stare at my face in great wonder and using an index finger on each side of their face, drag the air upwards in a 'U' shape. And I always think to myself "You look idiotic. Stop it." or "I was born with a serious face. Stop making fun of it."

Anyway like how life always goes I found myself swinging the other way the moment I decided to make the sportscard. And so I was a picture of regret especially after paying for the card.

Pictures speak thousands of words but I will add a few more sentences to mine. After regreting my 55 pound loss, I made a firm decision to make sure my card was utilised to its full 55 pound potential. The first thing, of course, was to make sure it was, as I was warned, 'checked this year' every time I went for practice. Thus the effort made to stroll in in as conspicuous a way I could to make sure the front desk girl saw me. Obviously that didn't work. I considered doing the cool thing and continuing my confident stroll to the court but at the same time, I was determined to let my 55 pounds fulfil its purpose. So I slowed down a bit to give myself a few more seconds to decide if I wanted to be cool or suaku. I opted for a compromise between the 2 and tried to casually flash my card while walking past the counter. However I couldn't stand that silly girl not even looking at my card so I thought "To hell with it " and stood there holding my card in front of her face as a silent way of telling her that she should be doing the job she is being paid to do.

Ah. Stupid ang mohs. Always make me look stupid.

People should not show off. Unfortunately, people who like to show off/act seh (like me) tend to be the kind of people you simply cannot drum this fact into. It stays in for a while, but when the confidence returns it just flies right back out again.

See, last year, cycling back and forth from home to the sports complex every week (about 30min cycle) up and down the curbs, dodging pedestrians, fellow cyclists and lamp posts, and smoothly checking my watch once in a while had given me the confidence that I am a reasonably.. fluent cyclist. No I still hate cycling, and I do look pathetic and wimpy on a bike, but it just never has been a terrible problem mounting curbs and pedalling furiously along the road. On my 1st cycling attempt after a considerable period, I was 1. late and 2. on a bicycle that was too high for me. Or rather, I was too short for the bike. Anyway, with the ease that I assumed had been ingrained into my cerebellum, I confidently swerved past a pedestrian onto the road cycling track. That was successful, but when, with equal confidence, I turned to mount myself back onto the pavement again my bicycle bucked and flung me flat onto my intended destination without it :(

I was just a few metres ahead of the person I had overtaken too :(

I try not to think how, if I were that person, I would feel 1. really sorry for the poor person and pity her embarrassing plight 2. smug about how that idiot tried to overtake me and ended up falling flat on her face and try to think 3. ignore her. she is just a child.

Lesson #2. Believe in Feng Shui. Oh I might as well do some promotion for my feng shui book. It is really quite a good book. It is by Lilian and Jennifer Too and is called 'Feng Shui for the Dragon 2009-2010' or something like that. The book has been so far so good.. I mean, not to follow it to the letter, but generally it has been pretty accurate and given me advice that actually seemed to work so far. Anyway, this month it told me as a side note that if I am involved in any sports or games to avoid them completely because if I were to engage myself in sports I would be sure to meet with nasty injuries. Ok, to qualify, I am still fit enough to blog and go on facebook, and I was only thrown off 1m from where I started. Not too bad la. Only ended up with scraped palms and bruises at all sorts of funny places I did not know I could land on. I always hear about my friends or their friends flying off bicycles before and think, 'What an interesting experience to share'. I now realise that is very shallow and stupid thinking.

People who are proud and scared of embarrassment really do end up with more of such loser incidents. Falling down in front of the whole LT? Check. Falling down for no reason in front of cheering crowds? Check. Having an entire match stopped because my shoe sole came off? Check. I cannot help wondering why these things always happen to me. I was talking to Evon about how people always complain about why everything happens to them.. Well I suppose not everything happens to me, but a considerable proportion of them do seem to. Like my eventful journey home. Laptop crashed > Airport caught fire > Flight delayed > Need to pay for trolley > Took wrong train > Arrived at train station late > Raining > Reached home to find dog shit on my doorstep. The poo was a classic comedic ending to my trip.. They are still in the midst of disintegrating, but shit is still rather prevalent on my street these days.

Which leads me on to think about what Yiling said about my affinity with flies. I got 緣 and I got 糞 and so I got flies. This year, because of the stupendous amount of shit along my street, I no longer walk on the pavement but stick to the side of the road. Firstly to avoid the shit and secondly to avoid the flies that come with it. New experiences have taught me that. 3 times already this year a fly has flown into my left eye despite my spectacular (I wear SPECTACLES. hahahahaha..) protection. That means the fly(ies) deliberately dodged under my lens just to poke me in the eye. I felt a bit consoled tho when my friend told me about how a fly had flown into her mouth while she was yawning. She then choked on it and coughed it out but I think it had already died.

Many thought accumulated from the month I have been here...

PJ Pubcrawl

Yes this is the kind of costume that gets you photographed at PJ pubcrawl. Another is a spongebob outfit. That got alot of people queueing up for a personal picture. Unfortunately mine got lost somewhere in the melee of photographs that were taken that night.

This costume IS actually really cool. It is supposed to be a mother giving birth and all the babies that have already been born are kinda loitering around in the background in diapers and having drinks. The 1 featured in the photo is on his way out and not in a very sociable position. Ah. Typical medic-wear. No one can resist showing off at a get-together like this. I overheard the people talking about their costume the next day on the way to school saying "... depends on how much money and effort you want to spend on your costume, really". How much could they have spent tho, seriously? It was a really smart and cost-efficient idea. The stretcher was made of a Morissons trolley with its back pushed inwards. The baby went inside the trolley head-1st and kinda poked his head out at the appropriate location. Den there was a support on the trolley for the mother to lie on with alot of white cloth and red dye on the diapers and bedsheets. And each time they went into a pub everyone got out of their way coz there was the whole stretcher paving a way through for them. So there was no problem with crowds.

I have to admire their spirit and the effort they go into dressing up and planning their costumes. There were silver statues, members of Kiss, power rangers, toy soldiers from toy story (those were really convincing but really embarrassing when they stopped and stood still in the middle of the road or like when they tried to direct traffic), ribena people, pacman, THE MARIO FAMILY (that was so cool..) and silly me in my bathrobe. Man I really want to put in more effort into dressing up next time the occasion rises. So fun! Really expensive tho... But still. So fun!

I've got the sniffles



Someone in my class was suspected of having swine flu but dedicated as he is, he still turned up for hospital teaching. And lessons in school afterwards. The next time we had classes, 1/2 that group was missing and there were flu-bitten students dotted about in several other groups. My group had 3 including me.

Turns out he did not have swine flu tho. But this flu has been going on for ages.. Yet it is not serious enough to warrant a journey to Freemen's medical centre.

Ever had the experience of blowing and blowing and blowing your nose and successful or not, still always have something dribbling down 1 nostril soon after? I always wonder if, by blowing, I am encouraging my goblet cells to heighten their productivity to make up for the mucus deficit.

I do not have the habit of using tissues. I think it is the bother of walking over to the other side of the room to pull 1 piece out, thinking that that will be the only piece I will need, only having to walk over again 5 minutes later. 'Bring over the whole damn box to where you are, you potato' many voices tell me. However, somehow after wiping my nose dry on that 1 piece of tissue, the comfort of having a clean dry nose always convinces me that my nose has, this time, truly decided to stay still and stop running. And so after my 4th-ish piece of tissue I decide that enough is enough.

'Enough!' I tell my nose and my tissue box,

and on reflex just reach for the nearest, most convenient piece of wiping equipment I can find, which is, of course, my jumper sleeve. Do not cringe your noses in disdain and say 'ee...'. I know many of you secretly do it too, when you casually sweep your hand across your face to swat away a fly or brush back your hair and casually slide it into your trouser pocket when you are done. Now 2 surfaces (the back of the hand and the trouser pocket) are contaminated with body fluid. Fortunately, I just use my sleeve and I do wash my jumper alot so the rest of my belongings are clean.

I have now found an obvious coping strategy, which is to utilise the 34 packets of tissue I have in the drawer beside me. That way I can stay at the same spot and have unlimited excess to my tissues. The drawback about using tissues in general tho (and many of my tissue packets contain 3-ply tissue. why??) is when your airways are obviously blocked/nose is obviously dribbling but the bulk of the mucus does not wish to leave its nest and you end up using a whole piece of perfectly good 3-ply tissue to absorb just a few drops of fluid despite various styles of angling the tissue to maximise its potential. I am not a huge environmentalist person. Hm but I am a bit of a cheapskate. Anyway, I believe that each ply deserves to be maximally utilised and so when it is just a minor leakage, I still instinctively depend on my handy old jumper for its absorptive properties. Reusable and Recyclable. And I reduce the amount (yes amount. not number) of tissues I have to throw away on a flu-ey day.

Into my 3rd week of school already. That makes 3 lessons of BSL (British Sign Language). The 1st lesson was pretty easy so I got cocky and thought I would not need to practise. Ha.. but good things (like feeling clever) never last. The 2nd lesson was harder but could still get through without practising and for the 3rd lesson I had forgotten half the things by the next morning.. Oh dear.

Anyway BSL lessons here are really cool. Even though the people I know are all in the other class and so I have more or less no friends in my class the lessons turned out surprisingly entertaining so far. Our teacher is a deaf person so he teaches us by signing. Which I thought would make things really really slow but surprisingly it does not. It is actually amazing how he hardly writes anything on the board and yet manages to communicate with us, teach us and on top of that, still manage to be funny and jovial. Heee and he is fat and chubby like the faceless person in the drawing (on top) which makes him all the more jolly and likeable.. Sad thing tho, I find it hard to interpret additional things that he teaches coz I do not understand the sounds and signs that he makes. The ang mohs are really perceptive tho. They always manage to understand what he is trying to say. Last lesson I thought I was improving coz I was pretty confident of something I had interpreted all by myself and it turned out in the end that while I had thought he was saying 'reverse' he actually meant 'university'.

Really wish I will improve more...

This is what I wore on Thursday. Nerdy nerd nerd. I carry a nice bagpack tho. However somehow on me it becomes shell-like and boxy. Anyway this is my 'look'. Round-faced and geeky with a child-like charm.

Ahhhhhh... Just had a scary lecture about Phase 1 exam format. I guess the written part is ok coz it should be more or less like what we have been going through so far. The OSCE tho.. OMG. It was like listening to a lecture called 'Everything you suck at'. Honestly. She was reading off a powerpoint with like all these bullet points about everything that I am worst at in med school. Shit. Now I am all stressed and flustered and think I really need to get cracking on revising past sem practical knowledge. Eeps.

Frame of mind

Eeps. My blog taskbar is not appearing again. And my brilliant laptop is being slow on purpose coz it knows I did not do enough work today. Pleh.

Was looking at the sg blog awards most lol blog and I like these XD

http://uncleatforty.blogspot.com/

http://stickgal.blogspot.com/

Hm but being a singaporean i must act like one and criticise everything within my senses' reach. The nominees were really not thaat funny.. Perhaps i had high expectations seeing as it was a LOL competition but still.. I've seen funnier blogs (like evon's). Now i know ling is gonna pout and do an exaggerated 'what about meee..?' but i shall be blunt and rude and tell her straight that u haven't blogged in longer than i haven't. Which is saying something.

Speaking of yiling, we sometimes like to talk about life and human nature and singaporeans and other philosophical things like that. One day we talked about all three and concluded that many singaporeans have blogs that go something like this:

'Sianz. Last nite did proj until like 4am in the morning. After dat had 2 wake up at 7am 2 go 4 lec. Then had lesson e whole day n after tt did report until 3am. Wtf. Didn't even hav lunch. Haiz.. Sometimes I find studying in singapore really no life..' ....... 'But so glad to haf all my frens: Sisi, wenwen, fangfang, jj, ah girl, mickey, theodore, anaestasia, bingbing.. u noe i luv u guys to bits!! If not for u guys i cannot imagine how my life in uni will be like!! Ah-mick, good luck for ur presentation tml!!! Jiayoujiayoujiayou!'

Looks like everyone in singapore has the hardest life in the world with the best friends in the world that keep them motivated enough to keep blogging despite their extremely packed schedules. Kinda gave me the, how you say, eebiejeebies, typing the 2nd part.

Although this is pretty much a lone blog and sisi, wenwen, fangfang, jj, ah mick and co are not gonna read this, I shall just entertain myself with my opinions anyway, seeing as I rather enjoy my own company. I am not a loser tho, just a bit of a megalomaniac.

Somehow I keep getting the feeling that many singaporeans seem to enjoy the glory of being seen as busy. I suppose I can see how it makes people feel important.. but more or less every singaporean has quite a hectic lifestyle too. Perhaps it is insecurity that makes people unconsciously buff up their schedules to make us feel like we are always wanted somewhere.. Anyway, I find it annoying and it would be nice if people stop publicising their self-pity, to be blunt. Self-pity at home and whine to your family. And maybe cloooosest friends who won't get annoyed with you. But broadcasting it makes me instinctively want to counter their claims. And these tend to be the 'You mean you don't know?!' *Shockshock* =O people..

Condos and HDB buildings can have strange names. We drove past 1 called Linear Green last week and I told Yiling that I wanted to build a condo with triangular shaped buildings on a square piece of land and call it Pythagoras Square.

I don't want to be a loser and explain my own joke but I should probably risk it here coz this was 1 of the rare times even Yiling did not get the whole meaning of my nonsense.

Square has a double meaning. Square as in the maths square coz it is a square plot of land (and the irony of it being a square when it should be a triangle coz it is pythagoras) and square as in traflagar square leicester square and city square. And Pythagoras sounds funny. Especially when you pronounce it like Mr Hia: Py-tah-gor-rahs. Ok now I have effectively made it not funny.

There is an error on my page and therefore I am unable to change my font and size. I have been missing from the blog scene for a number of weeks but now I am back! Because I am finding every other thing to do besides work and after an uneventful trip to hotmail and facebook I have now run out of options. Hm. My sentences do not flow. Just like in my dissertation. But no matter. I suppose it is because my brain is very messy.

So far.. I have not been doing much in Singapore but have just been enjoying being here P: It feels like I am more selective in choosing where to go and what to eat this time so that I REALLY enjoy every bit of it XD That said, I have met up with friends a few times such that I dun get sick of going out and window shopping and meeting at mrt control stations.. Just the other day I went for cable skiing too! Never thought anyone would want to go with me that's why I really pounced on the chance to go when Meiyun asked me. Unfortunately the cool images I had of myself gliding across the water surface (somehow with sunglasses, a cool cap and typical beach wear. and i had nicely-toned limbs) were not to be. We had to start of as beginners kneeling down on the kneel boards but oh well. Laypeople looking on at the side still had that amused yet slightly impressed expression on their faces when we crawled out of the side of the pond and coolly swung out boards over our shoulder and plodded back to the startline. Ha. I say laypeople. But by that I mean passers-by, not that I really looked sporty and professional.

Anyway, I managed to go a whopping 7 rounds! Ok. Actually it is not that great despite the exclamation mark. Sadly though, each round I fell further and further away from my target because I couldn't steer right enough. Finally when I had tried to lean so far right that my body was almost parallel to the water I continued in that clockwise momentum and smoothly rotated right into the water. That was the furthest I landed and I decided never to land at that spot again even if it meant I couldn't pass the last checkpoint because the exit at that side was SWARMING with mini centipede-leech mutants. So I waded the circumference of the pond until there were few enough for me to not contact them. Anyway, despite breathing in a generous quantity of saltwater (probably swallowed some centipede mutant debris/faeces along with it) and testing my biceps, triceps and other associated muscles beyond anything they had ever dreamed of, it was still a memorable experience and I would defo go again maybe.. next year. Even till today I still find it a bicep-numbing experience to carry out actions like pulling up my pants and washing my legs.

Oh. I might as well announce this as well. I put on my helmet the wrong way too. I was buckling the helmet under my chin and the instructor calmly said something like, 'and while you are waiting to get into the water you need to scan the barcode on your wrist on the blue cylinder and your helmet is the wrong way round.' That did not do much to boost my confidence.

The next next day I fell ill with indigestion. The food tat4 diao2 at my stomach-small intestine junction coz when I finally managed to vomit everything out at 5 or 6 something in the morning they were all in big purple lumps. Maybe it was the a-boh-leng. Maybe it was something(s) in the pondwater. I will never know.

Unfortunately the next day was Yiling's convocation. Which explains my fake-smile-series in the photographs that day. Papa told me I should try to look more natural when I smile. But I will not listen to this anymore because the last time I did everyone asked me what happened to me in my IC photo. The convo was another memorable experience but me feeling queasy got in the way. Still, there was free food and I just couldn't resist not taking any so I did. Anyway the highlight of the event was the 5 minutes spent reading out the psych dept names where we recognised a few names and took pictures of the names we recognised. And the 15 seconds that Yiling went up and Mummy and I whoopwhooped and I said 'There there!' and my video shook violently.

Now I am just enjoying being in Singapore even though I dun go out much. It is just being here that is nice! Bloody weather tho. Can't decide if it wants to be hot or cool.

I am dissertating in NUS library now. Or so I claim. Home is full of unintentional distractions and so in the boring (but air-conditioned) world of librarydome I find myself looking for distractions: toilet, sound of rain, hotmail (which I only succeeded on signing in after I had given up the 1st 3 times and continued with a few sections of dissertation.. my computer KNOWS..), facebook.. And I have now run out of options.

I seem to have packaged by drive, motivation and enthusiasm and shipped it away to Leicester coz I was still all pumped up at first but these days I am constantly feeling not just normal tiredness, but exhaustion from grocery shopping and generally stepping out of the house. (A small girl has just walked past my table in a polo T and PE shorts and I am wondering how she is not feeling cold) Due to my fatigue, I have taken to speaking in a soft, calm voice and showing little or no facial expression. It isn't deliberate, my body just seems to be rationing my energy: morning 1000kcal for the useless 1h spent brushing teeth, rolling out of bed, changing, breakfasting etc. after which I grow tired, afternoon 1kcal to be used for napping, night uses a few more kcal to totter around the house aimlessly before deciding it is late enough to sleep. It isn't even that time of the month.

Shit. I know there is something I want to blog about.. Oh. I was thinking how I felt like a deflated potato, because I seem to have used up all my starch and yet need more and more energy coz of more and more things to do and think about. Like how Dumbledore felt about sometimes having too many things to think about and your head feeling too full. Today when I was starting my disso there was a something nagging in my brain that distracted me. 'Just 1 of the many small things which I have not done but will push to later to do' I thought. Turns out it was a twinge of annoyance at people who did not reply messages/emails that needed replying. Hai. I call this retribution. I am like that too. Getting my own desserts. Desserts reminds me of dissertation. Which is what I should be doing. I want to desert my dissertation.

Anyway, after that I got back to writing and luckily, decided to finally check my school mail. And horror of horrors, shit of all shits, there was yet another library notice telling me this time that they were concerned about my overdue book. I distinctly remember forgetting to return that book and so remembering to return it in the end so I have no idea what the hoolabaloo is about. Even if I hadn't, I renewed it.. last week and the email today tells me I haven't. I think it is an international secret library scheme (SLS) that libraries randomly pick students with convenient traits and accuse them of not returning books. When the poor students insists helplessly that they did return the book nobody is going to believe them because there is conveniently no proof, no reliable witness and the video camera does not span the book drop slot. Anyway, that is another thing that has been niggling at me and preventing me from giving my utmost concentration to my more important tasks. I really wish I will receive an email of apology from the school library soon, telling me that they viewed the video footage on 13th June Monday at 9.50a.m. and saw me slip 'systemic pathology' into the bookslot and that they are sincerely sorry and will allow me unlimited book access and library privileges for the rest of my undergraduate life to compensate for their accusation.

I have a fly

His name is Bobby

Annoying me

Is his hobby

Knew it. Still cannot sleep well without my bolster. Had a rather restless sleep last night and woke up at 9.30 only coz Shuang Ning's alarm had rung and we were to set of for the grantchester Orchard at 10 if we were to make it for lunch at least. The Orchard is a quaint little place near the riverside with pretty overhanging trees serving typical English food and more classically, tea/coffee with scones. Well, our main aim for the hour plus walk there was the scones and tea anyway.



So. We walked by the back of the colleges of Cambridge where we could see the river, countryside and cottages. I did not know English houses were traditionally named not numbered. No wonder I have been seeing houses with 'Pendragon' and such on the outside. Walked past a pretty and Enid-Blyton book-ish house wth a wooden sign that read 'The White Cottage' outside its little white picket gate. How English is that? Anyway, pretty houses, pretty fields, pretty river. The walk was over an hour long but it was surprisingly not that tiring. We walked through the fields by the river instead and saw many old people and their happy bounding dogs.



Finally we smelt smoke and saw some brick buildings so it looked like we were headed towards some sort of civilisation. Whoopee-doo.



Bought our scones and tea for 4 (unfortunately not served in a pretty floral porcelain teapot but in the chinese restaurant kind of metal teapot :/) and chose a seat under a tree. It was a big field with a wooden hut which was the cafe and the tables and chairs were scattered throughout the field. They had simple square wooden tables painted green and 4 beach chairs with each table. Sooo 3 of us ordered a fruit scone and 1 person ordered a plain one. No one got the cheese one :(

The scones were MASSIVE and were really nice! Of course, the prices were comparable with its size too. Still. The experience was worth it. We had a selection of tiny potted jams (raspberry strawberry apricot blackberry), tiny potted honey and small disposable container clotted cream to eat the scones with. Of course, had to pay for that too but I liked the pots! So we shared and got the clotted cream, rasp and blackberry jams. The jams were actually nicer than normal jam! I would like to bring Papa Mummy Yiling and Evon to that part of Cambridge 1 day. Fantasised about Snoozy rocketing happily through the fields and being chased by geese too but for obvious reasons that won't be very plausible.

Den went back to change money and found out that the money shown to me in my bank account is not the actual amount? Why? I do not understand. They said certain payments were still being processed but on my internet banking that amount had been deducted and I still had the amount I thought I had left! Why? Hm. Anyway, the point being I couldn't withdraw enough money to convert coz the said I only had 1.25 left in my bank. Shockshock. That is NOT true by the way. I think the branch here just has a different system of counting the money.

However, I do plan to cut down my spending probably by hermitising myself again this Easter and working more den can see the figures go up. Yay I did earn a bit more than I calculated, which is always good. Ah. I must say I do feel rather ashamed of myself tho. Still, I did see this coming seeing as I had been shpping for 4 (La Senza, Pimark...) ALOT. But the things here are really much much cheaper here! How was I to not broadcast it home?

Off to porto tomorrow. Am keen to try port wine (and get some if it is affordable), portugese toasty thing and portugese egg tart. Okok. I should stop showing off. Showing off somehow always ends up with something ad happening for me. Sai.

Haha I said I would blog about this.. Friday night. Last day of term. Archana, Qy and I decided to go to the union. Qy came back all the way from Northampton just to get drunk! Hoho. Me I had heard from Xy a few days ago that archie had planned to go so I hopped on board coz I had been wanting to go but the people I usually hang out with do not go clubbing (minus xy and paula who work there). Wanted to find someone as new as me plus someone somewhat experienced yet won't make me feel toot to go with so that was the prefect chance to finally go.

Did not expect the queue to be sooo freaking long. Was about half the length of the $6million Toto queue when we arrived at 10.10p.m. Which is never the case and the bar opens at 10 anyway. They had sold out of the cheap advance tix too! Which is never the case. Hai. Advance tix lets you saunter in like a VIP while glancng carelessly at the poor pathetic people queueing outside in the cold.

So we finally got in, got our 3D glasses (which were useless) and I got a bit intimidated by the expressionless bouncers. The floor was already sticky and it was reasonably crowded despite it still being early. Drank quite a considerable amount. Dun like any of the coke mixes. Bleargh.

Kim and Vicky came, said well done for coming (that is what I heard over the likr, ultrasonic music) and took a picture with me (for evidence? being friendly?) which I did not look very nice in.

Took quite a few photos with archie and qy tho. I look nicer in a few of those :D

Did some head bopping and leg jiggling so archie won't be dancing alone. Learnt some things off her too. Made qy go onto the dancefloor too. I felt stupid dancing, obviously but the drinks and the loud noises people were dancing to covered the voices in my brain so I could not hear my brain very well. Actually, I just could not hear very well. Anyway I thought since we were there might as well do it properly. Wanted to wear nicer too. Haiya. Next time next time.

Drinking so many mixtures of drinks was not a good idea and we all knew that but we wanted to try as many as possible lah. Heh. I know I have mentioned this any times, but I love apple sourz! I still prefer drinking shots in 2 gulps instead of 1 tho. Maybe I just have a smaller oesohagus. Ah. So cool to have friends working at the bar. Alamak! Can only enjoy the provileges until end of next year! Ehhh

Yup so left the place a bit woozy (at least I was and I admitted it so it means I was still sober) and very deaf. To be honest.. it was a bit hard to walk in a straight line. Was left deaf for half an hour so tink the 3 of us were talking rather loudly. It is not because we were drunk! It was the music! Well I say music, I really mean noise.

Good thing qy walked back with me. I was bloated to puking and was kinda sick of the alcohol taste. But we thought it would be a good idea to have a kebab after that. Kinda to absorb the alcohol? So yay finally tried the AJs outside opal court! Mmm. Fresh hot kebab with extra sour chilli on the fries P:

We den settled down for a super dramatic jap hospital drama but I was too woozy to read the fan3 ti3 zi4 fast enough so I just nodded and chipped in random comments like 'Oh so that is the bad guy right' and 'Haha this doctor very cute' and 'Mm. The chilli quite nice' and 'Ha so drama' to sound like I knew what was going on. And for once I couldn't finish my food. Well, 2nd time actually. 1st time was the szechuan huoguo where the pot took so freakin long to boil that I just kept eating rice while waiting and felt like vomiting at the end of the meal again. Not very smart I know. Ah well I was full to puking to begin with but I happened to think it was a good idea to eat opal AJs. It was still very nice (and unhealthy) nevertheless. So I threw down my fork and surrendered and stumbled to bed with my hugely distended tummy :( Not very wise seeing as I still had a Primark appointment with Paula the next day.

Woke up bright and early and lai4 chuang2 til 9.30a.m. and although 3 people asked me if I was hungover, I am proud to say I was not. At least my brain felt ok. My digestive system was not agreeing with me however and I spent the morning releasing loose watery stools. From the general feeling of my gut, however, I conclude that most of that was credited to the chilli from the kebab and less to drinking. Hai. Seems my body cannot tolerate hot food! Everytime I take hot food have been getting stomachache the next morn. Shit lah (no pun intended). But I still take :D Worth it lah.

Mm den spent the day happily in Primark trying on clothes with my bloated tummy :(
Bought many nice pretty clothes and spent more :(
But no fear! I checked my bank account and found that I earned a bit more than I thought from work! (:

Daylight returning so slept 1h later coz had to turn the clock forward. Which means I ended sleeping at 3 plus instead. After which I slept for 4h upon reaching cambs and now here I am sleeping late again.

I know.. It sounds pathetic to get so stressed about computers but that is one of the things that I am really stupid at. Another is directions. People will go 'Ha? I cannot believe you are really that bad at it haha!'

Ok well they don't. But really, I have amazed a fair few people with my lousiness at these things. Just the other day I admitted to the friend I was cycling to training with that I don't like cycling and that I'd honestly rather run. You'd think people will be more sympathetic and say 'no lah! you are not that bad at cycling wad!' but no. People have graciously accepted that I am not a very good cyclist too. Ah. It's true tho. I have no stamina for these things. Looking at computers makes me extremely tired. I just don't like technology.

Eeks. My computer has a mind of its own. Hm. Not very smart of me to be blogging bad things about my computer (t.G.c) using my computer. Speaking of being not very smart, it all started with me doing some not very smart things with tgc.

Tried to download Inkheart online. Again. Why 'again'? you ask. Coz that was the first downfall of my computer this year. Attempted to find Inkheart online --> Kena virus --> Beyond help --> No choice gotta reformat --> Hell. This time, same thing, same movie, same situation all over again. I am The Computer Spoiler I am.

Back to my main musing, I really do think my laptop is alive. It can sense my fear and unfamiliarity with IT and it. Even after reformatting, bloody virus was still hanging around! Why? Why? I really dislike technology. Everything I touch gets screwed up somehow. Papa understands. He thinks he is like that too. Anyway, got super stressed over my laptop again coz even after reformatting everything kept going wrong. Every programme/software I reinstalled/upgraded... It was like a curse. Finally with 20min to spare before I had to go off to school (yes I spent the whole morning and woke up early for this too. how sad am i?) I cried out in frustration and reformatted it. Again. But not before I admitted defeat and finally smsed Paula to tell her that I may need her help saving tgc again. And then, miraculously, everything started going ok! Tgc KNEW I had complained to Paula. I am sure of it.

The last time when everything went wrong when I reformatted it I remember stressing over it for the whole day and finally asking Paula for help again. The moment she sat with me to handle the installations and things (I still did it myself she just sat there to monitor) everything went fine! Erk. 邪。。。

Made heh bi hiam springroll yesterday! Hence the colour. This is the closest colour I can find to the golden brown of my heh bi hiam rolls. Mm mmm. Turned out ok too. Not as hiam as I would like them to be and rather too salty (should I have added a bit of sugar?). The ones at the bottom of the container are coz that's where all the chillies are. The chillies did not get mixed in very wel while I was frying them. Anyway, I HAND-CRUSHED Xinyi's heh bi coz we didn't have any suitable apparatus to do so. Not very smart I know, but I was determined to make the rolls. Hee hee. I am bigheaded with success. Just shows how often I cook properly. Yes. Never.

I found a recipe for molten chocolate cake which actually looks quite promising. At least, it looks easy. I doubt the cake will stand tho coz it does seem more liquid than solid. Ah but who cares? Will just eat it from the container :D

Watched xiao yuan superstar and totally think Ai Jia should win man. In all fairness, I think the judges are clouded by their impression of Jia Min. Who is good, but so normal.

Broke my bruising record. I now have a new bruise on my arm measuring 8cm by 6cm.

Yupp so that's my update till now (:

I blog best when I am at home. And now I am in the library. But oh well.

Been suffering from bouts of insomnia and high-ness followed by fatigue. My other symptoms include reduced concentration and staring off into space. The diagnosis: homesickness. Hm. Should invent a cooler name for it. Homeaemia. Homerrhoea. Familitis.

This year homesick syndrome seems pretty bad. Keep spacing off and emo-ing and finding myself fantasising about what I am going to do and what I am going to eat when I go home. Yesterday after a sluggish me had a valiant attempt in the library I dragged myself home and fell asleep at 7p.m. Then I woke up (properly feeling high and all) thinking that if it was still 10 or 11 o'clock I would start studying since I was so awake. Unfortunatley it was 12 and so it made no sense to start at that time and end at what, 4? So I thought to myself that it was probably more logical to go back to sleep and wake up at 3 or 4 like last year and start then. Surprise surprise. I couldn't go back to sleep. I tossed and turned and almost fell asleep a few times but my body has this irritating mechanism of catching myself whenever I am about to doze off and say 'eh. wat u doing' In the end I think I probabaly fell asleep at 2 or 3 smt. No chance of waking up at 3 or 4 in the morning after that.

I was kept awake thinking of what I was going to do when I went back to Singapore. This was the feeling I was having during the last few days of last year just before I was due to fly home. The feeling of 'haiya going home already. nv sleep oso nvm' Ahhhhh. Cannot believe I still have another bout of revision to go through and clear the next round of exams before I can truly be entitled to such fantasies again. Oh man. Another 3 months to go.

X-fly has passed on.

Found him in my kitchen sink all drowned and soggy. He looked smaller than I remembered him too.

Am emo-ing these few days.. I guess it is a weird sense of calm after the exams. Of course there is always the persistent niggle in the back of my mind worrying about results. I guess that contributes to some emo-ness. However, calling home more often after exams were over and (kind of) witnessing almost the whole family at home made me feel like how I felt before flying home last summer. On 1 hand I keep having random bouts of home sickness; on the other hand life is going on without me and I do not know what to expect when I go back. Hm. People are nicer to me when I go back. Hardly any disagreements/quarrels. I suppose generally people are more accommodating coz I have been away and they only have to be accommodating for a few months? Hm. Perhaps I have grown more mature too. Hee.

Hang on. JJ is a bit loud and I am getting distracted. I probably mentioned this before but JJ 陆 does have some very addictive songs (:

Ah. Listening to JJ ballads and watching the snowfall might have something to do with my sudden bout of thinking too. Ok snow is not actually falling now (or yesterday come to think of it) but the grounds still have patches of snow and the view from my window on the 2nd floor garners me a pretty view of snow-caked rooftops across the road. It snowed pretty heavily for the whole day on Monday. A comparative account with Yelin (in Glasgow) showed that Leicester is, for once, snowing more than Scotland. Maybe it is relative seeing as it hardly snows here and it is freaking cold in Glasgow --> This bit of snow seems alot to me and nothing to Yelin. Yelin told me that children were using bits of cardboard to go sledding. No slopes that I know of tho. Perhaps I will sled down the slide in the Nelson Mendela playground. I suspect the slide is too narrow for me tho. Silly me. Declined 2 offers to play in the snow coz 1. I did not believe it was thick enough 2. I was attempting to be consistent with studying after the guilt of Sem 3. Owell.. Apparently it will snow again tomorrow and Friday. Den I WILL build a life-sized snowthing. The Malaysians managed to build a 3-tier snowman that was taller than them in 30min. They said the snow in NM park is better flufflier and can be rolled. Tch (irritated noise)

There was a mutant of a housefly (X-fly) in my room on Monday when it was proper snowing. It was there since the night before, slapping itself around my IKEA booklight. Laziness overruled my slightly dimmed nervousness and so I let it stay the night. Anyway on Monday morning as I watched the scenic picture of the heavy snow somehow managing to drift daintily past my window with the wind blowing so hard X-fly suddenly made its presence apparent and continued slapping itself against my window. Being the compassionate person that I am, I did not let it out to die in the bitter cold and left my door open for it to wander as it wished through the house. Either the fly is stupid, or it felt complied to be loyal to me because of my greatness and kindness, but when I returned that evening I found that it had decided to stay in my room. And so the same thing happened the next morning. It is gone now tho. I found a random black mass on my carpet the next morning rather like oreo crumbs and wondered if X-fly had gotten itself fried in my heater (possible seeing as my house is not much warmer than my fridge and X-fly might have been seeking warmth). Perhaps it really was oreo crumbs. Anyhow X-fly is gone now and my room is no longer interrupted by the disturbing sounds of it slapping itslef against the surfaces of my room.

Yo

It is 3 days after exams and I am into my 2nd day of school. Talk about taking a break. Yesterday had school from 2p.m. to 5p.m. Today from 9a.m. to 4.30p.m. Break now. To be honest I feel like I am just here to sign the attendance sheet. All introductory lectures on consultation skills and nothing very useful. Well nothing I will remember anyway.

Welll after exams many activities planned ahead. Which is not a good way to start off the new semester seeing as I was fervently promising to be more consistent and all during the laststudy break. The excuse is that it is CNY and after this bout it will all be over. Still. Guilt is a-looming. The exam being sai has alot to do with it. I feel like I do not deserve to enjoy until the results are out.

Honestly. I have not eaten the leftover food from my fridge since exams ended. Went to eat sushi on the day we finished coz got 40% off. Next day ate at nixon coz we made pineapple tarts (which are really nice btw). Yesterday ate at nixon again coz Tamami bought choya for me den we were all to share it over dinner. It is in a cute little carton not like the normal bottle ones we buy. Hm. Dun tink I will wanna throw the carton away. I will store water in it if I have to. Apparently we have been drinking choya all wrong too. We are supposed to drink it before a meal, not put it in the fridge and not drink it alone. All of which I never did. Anyway, we drank it with soda water so the alcohol taste was masked and clever me happily drank it like soft drink coz I could not really taste the alcohol. Felt sleepy for a little while after that.

Which brings me to today. It is nearing the end of the break. I feel I have more to type but I guess I need to think properly. Tonight we are having a house meeting. Making jap/korean food. Den still need to springclean. Tomorrow going to Birmingham to eat and shop. I really need working clothes. Got a few but if I am gonna have to wear it every week for the rest of the year I believe I need alot more variety. need shoes too. I only have 1 pair of black shoes which is cheapo shoes and is really not very good. Okok lecture starting. Byebye