string quartet in my head

It may be premature, but I don’t want to go back Perth, ever. Once I graduate and fly off, it will be the last time in this life my feet will touch West Australian soil.

Trivial things on my mind

1. OCBC should really quit sending snail mail to me for the most trivial things, just email me a pdf with a quarterly report, thank you.

2. 17.5 working days till my internship ends (how time flies!).

3. My aim to lose weight isn’t quite working.

4. I have to survive on $131 till the end of January because I accidentally transferred too much money out of my everyday account.

5. I really hate Chinese New Year.

6. I really should take my sister and her best friend to the Jurong Bird Park before I leave.

7. My book from Abebooks hasn’t arrived yet.

8. I really should make time to consolidate my bank accounts.

Money is so precious, but time, time is priceless. And I only wish I had time, more time.

 

burnt out

I need a drink. And a bowl of ramen. With good company. And a breathtaking view.
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Maximus upset x maximus x maximus

I feel so depressed. I wish for once, I could say how I really feel without being judged. How can I ever rectify this.

time is precious

Life goes on, and the world keeps turning.
I must be strong.

lunch plan

I will eat the same thing for lunch everyday at work this week:

1. cha soba
2. grapes (plural x plural)
3. banana (singular)
4. an apple (optional)

I know New Year resolutions are hardly adhered to, but I hope I can change my dining habits and eat more healthily this year.

(and also limit my portion sizes)

affirmation

I’ll believe it, when I see it for myself.

I feel so close to you right now.

I need to get this off my chest.

Given I have 2 more semesters left in Perth and one semester will be on exchange, either in Hong Kong, or even Germany or New York, depending on the strength of the euro and the USD, I thought it was prudent to move all my stuff to a friend’s place since I am always with him, and to stop paying money every week for storage.

My stuff was messily piled in cardboard boxes and I didn’t need most of it, so my friend told me packing in plastic boxes and throwing out everything I didn’t need was better for him to store, and today I donated everything except some clothes, accumulated in the past few years. It felt good to get rid of stuff that held me back; things I needed to beg him to help me move, every time a lease was up. It felt good to throw everything away, and compartmentalize the past few years in 5 boxes. Just shoes and dresses: all I need.

It dawned on me today that with all the stuff gone, I could just DHL those few boxes and leave anytime. Going on exchange will be a breeze; DHL will take care of the rest.

Throughout this whole relationship, we have been bobbing up and down, and this is probably the most peaceful period within the entire relationship. We have broken up, fought till dawn, and I have broken my fair share of things. I have cried my eyes out, contemplated stupid suicidal thoughts, even flew home crying to my father and bawling about wanting to change university because I couldn’t stand the thought of breaking up with him and bumping into him, and even being in the same country with him, if I couldn’t be with him.

This year, I have weighed all my options, and I have told him: either he moves back to Singapore with me when I graduate, or we will amount to naught. I have decided to leave Australia when I graduate: I simply cannot be happy here. If I stay and we eventually amount to nothing, I will have nothing – I would’ve missed out on the time I could’ve spend with my family and friends, and my 20s would be for nothing. My sister is 5, my father still able. He will be in finance, and moving to Singapore will have no adverse effects on his career.

What bugs me, is that he has continued to adopt his non-committal response to my resolution. One year is not too far away, and the lack of a concrete resolution about our future makes me resigned to the fact that he will always be this nonchalant when it comes to me, and I will just have to accept that I am not important enough to him. There is nothing I can do or say to push him, because this is a decision only he can make, and however unhappy I am, I will have to be mature and accept it. Even if he breaks my heart, I have to fly away and live my life.

I always dreamt about marrying and being a good mother to a brood of children, because I never had a mother while growing up, and children seemed terribly important to me. For a while, I always saw him as perfect. We don’t always get what we want, and I am prepared to graduate and for him to tell me he isn’t coming with me, and he didn’t dare to tell me all this time because he couldn’t.

When he tells me that, I will probably look for a job in Hong Kong and be single. I was telling a girlfriend, that I used to see myself marrying at 26, and now I have revised the marrying age to 28, with a heavy heart. I don’t know how I can recover from this.

When all this happens, I can’t stay in Singapore. My solution to things have always been running away. I don’t know where I can run to this time, because the ache is so ingrained inside. Maybe this time next year, when he takes me to the airport and tells me those words I already know, I will be brave and walk away, from the person I love more than he loves me. I don’t know if I can, but I have to. This will be the consequence of loving someone too much.

I came to Australia happy, and I will leave, unhappy. This myriad of feelings is what it feels to be human: raw and unadulterated. Having said all of these, I don’t regret a single thing. Perhaps this is all too soon to say, but I am prepared to leave alone. I made my bed, and now I have to sleep in it.

head lice.

I woke up from a nightmare today about having giant head lice that my aunt tried to forcibly remove from my scalp, and the lice just latched onto my scalp, like tenacious little critters they are supposed to be. 

Exams are over and I’m feeling depressed because all my friends are flying back home pretty soon. I’m getting the homesick feeling, and this probably won’t help, but I’d like to eat these:

1. Popiah

2. Pig’s organ soup

3. Claypot laksa

4. Wanton mee

5. Curry

6. Egg tarts

7. Takopachi balls

8. Orh Luak

9. Sambal Stingray

10. Hokkien mee

11. BTK Chicken rice

12. Bedok BCM (Soup)

13. Ho Kee pork porridge with century egg

14. Egg prata with fish curry

15. Otah from Kovan

16. XLB from Din Tai Fung (wish I could eat them in Shanghai!!!)

17. 150$ Sushi Tei binge with my homies

18. Tau Huay

19. Scissors cut rice with a particular homie

20. Thai food binge

21. Kway Chap

22. Bukit Purmei Lor Mee

23. Lontong

24. Assorted kueh

25. Da pau

schhhhh

This exam period has my sleep cycle swinging around like a monkey on hoops. I’ve had days where I wake up and 10pm to study till 7am, and days where I wake up at 7am to study till 10pm. I’m getting black eye circles I need to fix really, really soon…

情有独钟

每一秒想着。。。

#nowplaying: Strobe – Deadmau5

keepin’ it real

It’s my first semester undertaking such a heavy study load. I don’t believe in luck, and I honestly don’t know how I’ll fare for these exams this time. I’ve overturned my entire sleep pattern to study for these exams: I woke up at 12am and slept at 2pm. My first exam is at 2pm on Monday. Great.

#nowplaying: Welcome to St. Tropez – DJ Antoine

rooftopbars

According to Asia Bars, the top 10 rooftop bars are:

1. Lantern Bar – Rooftop bar  @ Fullerton Bay Hotel, Singapore

2. Ku De Ta – Rooftop restaurant, bar & lounge @ Marina Bay Sands, Singapore

3. Ying Yang – Rooftop bar & lounge @ The Club Hotel in Singapore

4. Blue Sky – Rooftop restaurant & Bar @ Sofitel Centara Grand Hotel Bangkok

5. 1ALTITUDE – Rooftop Gallery & Bar in Singapore

6. AMBAR – Rooftop Lounge  & Bar @ FOURPOINTS by Sheraton Bangkok

7. SEVVA –  Restaurant & terrace bar atop prime tower in Central Hong Kong

8. Bar Rouge – Nightclub & lounge above the Bund in Shanghai

9. Orgo –  Bar & restaurant above Esplanade Theatres in Singapore

10. Red Sky-  Rooftop restaurant & bar at Centara Grand Bangkok

I’ve been to the ones in bold, and I intend to go to all the other ones by the end of 2012

done

I can’t begin to say how relieved I am; to finish my last assignment of this semester. Essay assignments are always a labor of love: I stay up through the night till I am sure they are flawless for submission. Tonight’s essay is about the Opium Wars in China. Let’s just say I’d rather study for the upcoming exams than do another History essay again.

#nowplaying: 1981 – Deadmau5

bellyunder

Despite my distaste for most things Australian, Underbelly: Razor has proven itself worthy of regular viewing. I guess crime and scandal override the bad accents and cheap sets.

7.5/10 <3