say something!
EXACTLY a month ago i was putting on my sub fusc feeling super diarrhea-y (not that i am not at the moment, as unlucky lunch and tea buddies will attest) about my first ever exams. those passed without incidence (well, surprising triumph anyway: 76 for philosophy mofo!), and the month that i've been back has been ridiculously hectic.
it's funny how i've only been back for a month and yet already i feel that i've never left. of course some things are different la, like when people laugh at me for saying "bollocks!" too much. but otherwise everyone's the same: old friends, old places, sometimes i am filled with so much love for the most mundane of familiarities. like the way emerald hill still has their 2 for 1 martini special (if sadly, not their 10 buck long islands), and how taxi drivers like to tell me what to do ("girl ar, should have gotten off at tuas interchange. you live choa chu kang what, why waste money? somemore now taxi more expensive know!" me, watching the meter tick with alarming speed, consoling myself with: "at least cheaper than london!")
so i suppose i could angst about how i will be so sad to leave again, and how i'm torn in two directions: the oxford me and the singapore me etc etc (amogh: "sometimes in life, we ask: chocolate or vanilla?" heh), but i suppose there's really no point. for now i will enjoy the heat, the rudeness, the endless bus/MRT/bus (i think singapore is probably the smallest country where people spend so much time commuting)....and enjoy the fact that i enjoy it! (jo...it'll pass! x) when it comes to say bye again..it'll be harder for specifically one reason, but generally just because. as i pointed out to tzing today about her grass-is-greener syndrome (miss "i think i am an spg"). as a previous sufferer i tell you this: while you're here you think you like white boys. then you go over there and finally have them, you realise: all you really want is a nice singaporean boy. (sheryl loke, hor? :D)
then again, for someone who was told by her father (at 14, i stress) that i better marry an ang moh...
me: why?
father: because ALL the chinese boys SCARED OF YOU.
...i might just be blinded by comfort and foolish optimism at the moment. i forget my old insistence on the corollary between nice and boring. but i've had too much excitement for a bit i think...i want nice and boring now. like i said: i'm really ready for the happy settle-down experience! now if only life goes according to plan for ONCE. hah.
well, if anything, this has gotten progressively less coherent. oh well. off to bed so that i will look nice for my photo-taking at sph tomorrow.
it's funny how i've only been back for a month and yet already i feel that i've never left. of course some things are different la, like when people laugh at me for saying "bollocks!" too much. but otherwise everyone's the same: old friends, old places, sometimes i am filled with so much love for the most mundane of familiarities. like the way emerald hill still has their 2 for 1 martini special (if sadly, not their 10 buck long islands), and how taxi drivers like to tell me what to do ("girl ar, should have gotten off at tuas interchange. you live choa chu kang what, why waste money? somemore now taxi more expensive know!" me, watching the meter tick with alarming speed, consoling myself with: "at least cheaper than london!")
so i suppose i could angst about how i will be so sad to leave again, and how i'm torn in two directions: the oxford me and the singapore me etc etc (amogh: "sometimes in life, we ask: chocolate or vanilla?" heh), but i suppose there's really no point. for now i will enjoy the heat, the rudeness, the endless bus/MRT/bus (i think singapore is probably the smallest country where people spend so much time commuting)....and enjoy the fact that i enjoy it! (jo...it'll pass! x) when it comes to say bye again..it'll be harder for specifically one reason, but generally just because. as i pointed out to tzing today about her grass-is-greener syndrome (miss "i think i am an spg"). as a previous sufferer i tell you this: while you're here you think you like white boys. then you go over there and finally have them, you realise: all you really want is a nice singaporean boy. (sheryl loke, hor? :D)
then again, for someone who was told by her father (at 14, i stress) that i better marry an ang moh...
me: why?
father: because ALL the chinese boys SCARED OF YOU.
...i might just be blinded by comfort and foolish optimism at the moment. i forget my old insistence on the corollary between nice and boring. but i've had too much excitement for a bit i think...i want nice and boring now. like i said: i'm really ready for the happy settle-down experience! now if only life goes according to plan for ONCE. hah.
well, if anything, this has gotten progressively less coherent. oh well. off to bed so that i will look nice for my photo-taking at sph tomorrow.
hahaha dat's quite funny. i dunno if nice singaporean boys are the way to go. maybe nice asian boys la, like korean! lol. but no angmohs..to freaky. haha.
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yax |
3:08 AM