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A rather belated entry, but yeah. I'm back in Singapore, my sunny island set in the sea. I've been back for, what, three weeks now.
It still feels mildly surreal being back. Surreal in the sense that it's as if I haven't been away and the past 9 months have been a bizarre dream. Even looking back on my photos, sometimes I have moments of Wahey! Isn't that Neozers there beside the Eiffel Tower? Flippin hell man.
I have to mention, though, my homecoming. It was seriously one of the best days of my life where I felt so truly loved by the universe.
When I left my flatmates, I was a crying wreck. My bus journey took an extra hour, and I had to lug 70kg worth of luggage MYSELF to take the train to my airport, cos the bus only dropped me at Heathrow Terminal 3. Which caused me to sprain my wrists. Both. My. Wrists. On the way I had to repack my suitcases twice and throw away good shoes and a jacket :(((. I exceeded my luggage allowance by 12kg.
BUT
I didn't get charged for excess baggage, and I still managed to get on my flight and make teary goodbye calls to JL & Auntyyy Xun, who was literally comforting me as I stepped onto the plane. And I sat next to a really nice Dutch lady (not the milk brand, hurhur) who went through the exact same experience as I did and was really amazing to talk to. (Her partner was prolly jealous that I was hogging her because midway through the flight, on the pretext of getting his bag from the overhead compartment, he opened it and his heavy bag 'conveniently' fell on my head. And he said, "Oh dear! I'm so sorry! Can I get you some sweets to make up for it?" I wanted to tell him to eat shit and die. SWEETS?! I'm not a kid for crying out loud!!!)
When I got back, Mommy Daddy and my 2 aunties were waving frantically at me through the glass. Mommy hugged me and cried. Then we went to my uncle's shop to eat before going home. Once I got home and opened my room door, I was (apparently) greeted by a rousing round of HI-WELCOMEs and TWENTY people burst out at me. Awwwww!!!! I was totally and utterly shocked. Apparently sneaky Pat and sneaky Char and my sneaky Mom planned this surprise party!!!!! And despite the next day being a work day, all my relatives and friends showed up. And my baby brother managed to get out of army to come surprise me too!
Touched is really an understatement to describe how I felt <3
Here are pictures of my amazing room, painstakingly decorated for hours by my lovely lovely lovely Pat, Char, Van, Sue and Wen :D
Happy :D :D :D
<3
But anyways, I can safely say that the past nine months has been the time of my life. I'm not proud of everything I've done there, but saying that, I wouldn't have done anything differently. "Regrets, I've had a few, but then again, too few to mention." (10 points for you if you recognise that)
The one thing I've realised though, is that I'm really lucky. I mean REALLY lucky. I have the best family and the best friends in the world, I met the most amazingly awesome people in Bristol and I managed to end up living with the funniest, most welcoming angmohs in the world. I can't say that I'm a truly religious person (but wow, that's another topic for another day) but I do believe in God, and I think God must like me quite a bit, so I really thank God for surrounding me with people who love me despite me being me.
Anyway I have doubts as to the lifespan of neozers.livejournal.com. For one, I don't really update. For two, I feel a bit insecure not having control over who reads my inane ramblings. But on the other hand, I love rambling so. Haha. Anyway, another decision for another day I suppose. Toodles!
It still feels mildly surreal being back. Surreal in the sense that it's as if I haven't been away and the past 9 months have been a bizarre dream. Even looking back on my photos, sometimes I have moments of Wahey! Isn't that Neozers there beside the Eiffel Tower? Flippin hell man.
I have to mention, though, my homecoming. It was seriously one of the best days of my life where I felt so truly loved by the universe.
When I left my flatmates, I was a crying wreck. My bus journey took an extra hour, and I had to lug 70kg worth of luggage MYSELF to take the train to my airport, cos the bus only dropped me at Heathrow Terminal 3. Which caused me to sprain my wrists. Both. My. Wrists. On the way I had to repack my suitcases twice and throw away good shoes and a jacket :(((. I exceeded my luggage allowance by 12kg.
BUT
I didn't get charged for excess baggage, and I still managed to get on my flight and make teary goodbye calls to JL & Auntyyy Xun, who was literally comforting me as I stepped onto the plane. And I sat next to a really nice Dutch lady (not the milk brand, hurhur) who went through the exact same experience as I did and was really amazing to talk to. (Her partner was prolly jealous that I was hogging her because midway through the flight, on the pretext of getting his bag from the overhead compartment, he opened it and his heavy bag 'conveniently' fell on my head. And he said, "Oh dear! I'm so sorry! Can I get you some sweets to make up for it?" I wanted to tell him to eat shit and die. SWEETS?! I'm not a kid for crying out loud!!!)
When I got back, Mommy Daddy and my 2 aunties were waving frantically at me through the glass. Mommy hugged me and cried. Then we went to my uncle's shop to eat before going home. Once I got home and opened my room door, I was (apparently) greeted by a rousing round of HI-WELCOMEs and TWENTY people burst out at me. Awwwww!!!! I was totally and utterly shocked. Apparently sneaky Pat and sneaky Char and my sneaky Mom planned this surprise party!!!!! And despite the next day being a work day, all my relatives and friends showed up. And my baby brother managed to get out of army to come surprise me too!
Touched is really an understatement to describe how I felt <3
Here are pictures of my amazing room, painstakingly decorated for hours by my lovely lovely lovely Pat, Char, Van, Sue and Wen :D
Happy :D :D :D
<3
But anyways, I can safely say that the past nine months has been the time of my life. I'm not proud of everything I've done there, but saying that, I wouldn't have done anything differently. "Regrets, I've had a few, but then again, too few to mention." (10 points for you if you recognise that)
The one thing I've realised though, is that I'm really lucky. I mean REALLY lucky. I have the best family and the best friends in the world, I met the most amazingly awesome people in Bristol and I managed to end up living with the funniest, most welcoming angmohs in the world. I can't say that I'm a truly religious person (but wow, that's another topic for another day) but I do believe in God, and I think God must like me quite a bit, so I really thank God for surrounding me with people who love me despite me being me.
Anyway I have doubts as to the lifespan of neozers.livejournal.com. For one, I don't really update. For two, I feel a bit insecure not having control over who reads my inane ramblings. But on the other hand, I love rambling so. Haha. Anyway, another decision for another day I suppose. Toodles!
The past week has possibly been the best and worst week of my life abroad. Best, because I spent it with all the people I never knew nine months ago but have come to adore deeply. Worst, because it's the last time we have with each other.
Also, England is so intensely gorgeous it takes my breath away (cue opening riff of Top Gun theme).
Lake District is absolutely gorgeous!
Because one can't possibly go to Lake District without going on a lake.
Being One With Nature with some of the most amazing people I have ever and will ever meet in my life:
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Annnnd then Roadtrip #2 to CORNWALL with my mad flatmates.
Cornwall is honestly one of the most spectacular places I've ever been to.
The ONE photo of us altogether and they can't pose properly. Sheesh.
Got to hang out with Rowaaaaan in his natural habitat too!
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Today was an insane day in itself. Bloody Shell workers went on strike and people started panic-buying fuel, so virtually every gas stop ran out of petrol. We were seriously all prepared to sleep along the motorway if our car ran out of gas. Arrived home at nearly 11pm, had dinner together then because it's technically my last day in Bristol, we all gathered to be Asian and watch... Mulan. Lol!
I can't believe freakin Max, Abby & Karen know the songs as well! I have honestly never laughed so hard at a Disney movie. And midway through (not really, more like after the 'Honor To Us All' song), they surprised me with
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.
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The funniest card in the world!!! Awwwwww :D
I'll honestly miss them whiteys with all the force of a great typhoon and all the strength of the raging fire (call me overly-dramatic, or call me a loser because I can quote Mulan songs). I must say, when I arrived in Bristol, I thought they were the most rowdy bunch of angmohs in the world and I was convinced I would never ever get along with them. I am so glad they proved me wrong. They're truly a huge huge ginormous part of why leaving is so fucken depressing :(
And it's 4am now. I should be sleeping, cos I'm gonna catch the early bus to London tomorrow. Nahhh, not leaving just yet. It's London tmrw to ketchup with Steph for a bit, then to hang out with Xun, JL and Auggah. I really hate Goodbyes (refer to post re Abandonment Issues).
Also, England is so intensely gorgeous it takes my breath away (cue opening riff of Top Gun theme).
Lake District is absolutely gorgeous!
Because one can't possibly go to Lake District without going on a lake.
Being One With Nature with some of the most amazing people I have ever and will ever meet in my life:
---
Annnnd then Roadtrip #2 to CORNWALL with my mad flatmates.
Cornwall is honestly one of the most spectacular places I've ever been to.
The ONE photo of us altogether and they can't pose properly. Sheesh.
Got to hang out with Rowaaaaan in his natural habitat too!
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Today was an insane day in itself. Bloody Shell workers went on strike and people started panic-buying fuel, so virtually every gas stop ran out of petrol. We were seriously all prepared to sleep along the motorway if our car ran out of gas. Arrived home at nearly 11pm, had dinner together then because it's technically my last day in Bristol, we all gathered to be Asian and watch... Mulan. Lol!
I can't believe freakin Max, Abby & Karen know the songs as well! I have honestly never laughed so hard at a Disney movie. And midway through (not really, more like after the 'Honor To Us All' song), they surprised me with
.
.
.
.
.
The funniest card in the world!!! Awwwwww :D
I'll honestly miss them whiteys with all the force of a great typhoon and all the strength of the raging fire (call me overly-dramatic, or call me a loser because I can quote Mulan songs). I must say, when I arrived in Bristol, I thought they were the most rowdy bunch of angmohs in the world and I was convinced I would never ever get along with them. I am so glad they proved me wrong. They're truly a huge huge ginormous part of why leaving is so fucken depressing :(
And it's 4am now. I should be sleeping, cos I'm gonna catch the early bus to London tomorrow. Nahhh, not leaving just yet. It's London tmrw to ketchup with Steph for a bit, then to hang out with Xun, JL and Auggah. I really hate Goodbyes (refer to post re Abandonment Issues).
The lovely vision that greets me every morning
Constant companions
...I know, I know. And this love affair will end soon. But I need it to help me get through exams.
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It begins with knocking on Jamie's door to ask him for a lighter, and suddenly, Boxing Good Fun.
Step 1: pack Rowan in box
Step 2: Jamie seals box with said Rowan in it
Step 3: Roll box into elevator & send it to the fourth floor
After that, we give new meaning to the sport of Boxing. Basically put boxes over our heads, rendering us totally sightless & start crashing into each other until someone falls down. Post-Boxing fag in the kitchen, with a conversation along these lines.
- I feel like I've done lotsa work today
- Yeaaaah, me too.
- We should maybe watch a show to relax?
- Reward ourselves for a hard day's work, aye?
- Yeah man.
- Reading 3 pages/memorising one formula is a LOT of hard work.
- Ok, you get the tea, you get the fags, I'll put something on the TV.
Yup, just another day in the life of my flat. And you wonder why I never get ANY studying done :/
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"I just...don't...get...it"
"...fuck-ers."
Caffeine keeps us happy.
Do not belittle the collective power of the humble COIN.
One last brunch for the Breakfast Club :D
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And so, Professors, these are the extenuating circumstances that might potentially cause me to fail.
