On My Way Home

I know, the title sounds like a potential national day song right. But don't worry i'm not trying to compose any cheesy song -- I am in fact on my way home right now, on bus number 14. I boarded at 11:47pm at bedok interchange. Half an hour later the time is 12:20am and I am at east coast road. Is Singapore strangely huge or what? Anyhow i'm the only person sitting on the upper deck of this lovely double-decker bus, and it's a little creepy I must admit. I'm nervously picking at the skin on my lip and I think the bus driver must be creeped out by me too.

It's just gotten me thinking, there are tons of places in my own country that I haven't seen. Somehow I just feel like we always say that Singapore is a small country, and that there's nothing to do here. No doubt it is tiny on a global scale, but honestly, how many of us can say that we know this small country inside out? I think many of us dream of seeing the world, but what's the point of being able to say that you've been around the world when you haven't been around katong/geylang/pasir panjang/bukit merah/seletar/bukit timah/kranji/jurong west all that much?

17 minutes later at 12.37am the bus is passing dhoby ghaut (is Singapore strangely small or what?), and I feel a wave of relief; I'm back in familiar territory. Suddenly being alone on the top deck of the bus doesn't creep me out that much after all.

Today was my first time trying Katong laksa and it took me all of 22 years.
Just saying.

Dear Slumberous Kingdom,

What wrong have I done to incur your wrath and bring such pained exile upon this self?

Hello Slumberous World (that has left me behind)

So, at 3.26am on a tuesday morning I lie in bed testing my new blogging app because I was goondu enough to take a 3 hour nap on a monday evening. Typing a blog entry on a mobile phone feels strangely personal, as if I were typing a super long sms to a friend. Pardon me if I get too long-winded, or if the layout is wonky.

In happier news, this is The Bean in my sister's womb. This was taken last week, I think The Bean has grown to the size of a pea as I am typing this.

Although you can't see it, the Bean says hi and gives a smile. (:

Anyhow, in a past life, Van the Student has graduated. "Good riddance to school," she says. In her current life, Van the Bum has once more resurfaced. "Should I take a longer break, or should I start looking," she asks. In a future
life, Van the Workforce Member complains about her job. "Man, how I miss my school days," she laments. C'est la vie indeed.

Right, I am finally yawning. I think this entry is longer than what Van the Bum can take. The Bum is going to the Birdpark with Ahmoon in about 5 hours' time, so, wish us luck that the penguins are better rested than I am so that Ahmoon has something cute to look at when the time comes. :D

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Roald Dahl

Roald Dahl is pure magic. Reading a few pages of Matilda makes me tear like a big softie. No, it's definitely not because my 9000 word paper is due soon.

I think when you keep making excuses for other people it'll get to the point where you run out of excuses and the truth will hit you worse, much worse than if you had seen them for what they were in the first place.

I hope this isn't too late

Reflections of the past year: there's not much to say except that it had its highs and its lows, like all the other years before it.

What I liked about 2010 was the support that 9p gave me during my exam period. They were such sweethearts. All their texts made me smile and made my heart go fuzzy. Although I did really lousy this sem, I think I would have done worse without their encouragement. Which, if you think about it, isn't actually possible because when you're at the bottom you can't sink any further. BUT that also means that next sem will be better! Much better i hope! (: BUT anyhow, I LOVE YOU 9P!!!

What I hated about 2010 was that I missed wonderbuddy's flight. Everytime someone talks about it I still feel a cringe of guilt inside. =/

I think having neglected this blog for prolonged periods has largely stripped me of my ability to write. This feels a little unfamiliar. It's scary to realise that most of the writing I've done in the past 3.5 years have largely been academic in nature.

Tomorrow I start my last semester in school, and what can I say? I'm not feeling particularly excited, nor am I particularly dreading it. It just feels like another day is approaching, you know? Maybe it's because my timetable isn't settled yet, so it doesn't really feel like school is starting yet? GEE I DUNNO. ALL I KNOW IS I can't wait for wonderbuddy to be home, and it's killing me to find out what modules she'll be taking!! :D I hope it's something I'm taking, and I'm crossing my fingers hoho!