dear everyone
leaving isn't really that bad. in fact, it's fantastic. except for the weather which is freaking cold of course.
understanding accents is another matter altogether. so far i've heard of confusions like melbourne U becoming melbourne zoo, resulting in ppl getting extremely lost. and speaking of getting lost, getting lost in a strange land is oddly exciting. even though i got lost while exploring the city in the rain, wearing 2 inch heel boots and carrying bags of apples and oranges.
not being able to ferry stuff from home all the time is even better. gives excuses to buy, and buy, and buy even more. and it trains you to look out for cheap buys.
alcohol here, and anywhere else other than singapore i am told, is 10 times cheaper than in singapore. but since i've promised a number of people not to drink over here, i'll talk about other drinks. things like apple cider, orange squash, and even milo. yeap, the big tins of milo are cheap too, when bought from supermarts.
singapore. a grand total of forty-two kilometres. i've been around it at least 8 times this year alone. and it does get boring. esp for those who like to get out a little more, walk a little more, have a little more fun, live life a little differently.
the leaving is hard though. so hard. i wanted to get out of singapore so badly, it hurt sometimes. but when it came down to that final few weeks, i wanted so much just to stay behind, it hurt even worse.
and i cried. at home, in my bed, in the middle of the night, talking to wawa, even after i got here. but it's getting much better now, one week on. i'm making friends, i'm learning to cope, i'm learning to be independent for once. i dint even cry when i saw wawa and mama over the webcam for the last 2 nights.
being the youngest, i'm proud to say that my family dotes on me tremendously. ferrying me everywhere, taking care of my every need. i'm also embarrassed to say that i do enjoy such treatment. and that i do miss being spoilt silly.
but now it's finally time for me to grow up.
dear everyone, one week and a day ago, if u'd asked me if i regretted choosing this path, i'd say yes, yes, yes. yes. YES. it would have been tons easier just to stay and do medicine. it would also have been wrong. because deep down inside, i know i wanted this chance so badly.
dear friends from rgs, rjc and dsta, your turn will come to leave. i know many are counting down their last month now. probably everyone's already feeling the pre-departure blues. the inertia to stay. the reluctance to leave what has been home for the past 19 or 21 years.
but we have to go, and really, it's kinda fun.
so take care and remember to keep in touch, coz keeping in touch is the best way of staying sane sometimes.
cheers to everyone, for having to grow up finally, and cheers to you, the bored blog reader, for having read through all randon thoughts of a brain-frozen blogger-addict=)
understanding accents is another matter altogether. so far i've heard of confusions like melbourne U becoming melbourne zoo, resulting in ppl getting extremely lost. and speaking of getting lost, getting lost in a strange land is oddly exciting. even though i got lost while exploring the city in the rain, wearing 2 inch heel boots and carrying bags of apples and oranges.
not being able to ferry stuff from home all the time is even better. gives excuses to buy, and buy, and buy even more. and it trains you to look out for cheap buys.
alcohol here, and anywhere else other than singapore i am told, is 10 times cheaper than in singapore. but since i've promised a number of people not to drink over here, i'll talk about other drinks. things like apple cider, orange squash, and even milo. yeap, the big tins of milo are cheap too, when bought from supermarts.
singapore. a grand total of forty-two kilometres. i've been around it at least 8 times this year alone. and it does get boring. esp for those who like to get out a little more, walk a little more, have a little more fun, live life a little differently.
the leaving is hard though. so hard. i wanted to get out of singapore so badly, it hurt sometimes. but when it came down to that final few weeks, i wanted so much just to stay behind, it hurt even worse.
and i cried. at home, in my bed, in the middle of the night, talking to wawa, even after i got here. but it's getting much better now, one week on. i'm making friends, i'm learning to cope, i'm learning to be independent for once. i dint even cry when i saw wawa and mama over the webcam for the last 2 nights.
being the youngest, i'm proud to say that my family dotes on me tremendously. ferrying me everywhere, taking care of my every need. i'm also embarrassed to say that i do enjoy such treatment. and that i do miss being spoilt silly.
but now it's finally time for me to grow up.
dear everyone, one week and a day ago, if u'd asked me if i regretted choosing this path, i'd say yes, yes, yes. yes. YES. it would have been tons easier just to stay and do medicine. it would also have been wrong. because deep down inside, i know i wanted this chance so badly.
dear friends from rgs, rjc and dsta, your turn will come to leave. i know many are counting down their last month now. probably everyone's already feeling the pre-departure blues. the inertia to stay. the reluctance to leave what has been home for the past 19 or 21 years.
but we have to go, and really, it's kinda fun.
so take care and remember to keep in touch, coz keeping in touch is the best way of staying sane sometimes.
cheers to everyone, for having to grow up finally, and cheers to you, the bored blog reader, for having read through all randon thoughts of a brain-frozen blogger-addict=)
posted by pei at 5:36 PM
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