Things are so different from last year. I wake up at 815am everyday. Last year, I woke up at 615 and I rush to school for floorball physical training. If you're late, you'll have to run 3 rounds. For that reason, I was ususally (not always) punctual. This year, the incentive for punctuality is wages. Yeah.
I'm not going to blog about myself cus it's just boring.
If post A-levels freedom stinks of any emotion, it is fear. Fear of unexpected results, fear of not getting into the course you have been dreaming of, fear of not being in the university all your friends are bound to go to.
Yesterday, on my way back home after dinner with the floorballers, I was bathed in MRT perspiration perfume. There I was, holding my breath, impatient over the number of stops I had left. Each time the doors slid open, I took every opportunity to gulp some fresh breaths.
Meeting up with the floorballers was pretty awesome. We talked about lotsa stuff and discovered new things. Every now and then, when Mer hears something funny or (unbelievalable), she never fails to laugh into my lap and bang her fists on the table.
We had a mini celebration for Zhen's and Yini's birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZHEN AND YINI! Zhen was so thrilled about the Pastamania cup. I gave Zhen an extra alarm clock I had which has really cool features. But giving a clock to someone is considered a superstition. To offset it, you're supposed to pay the person some money. I can't believed Zhen went ahead with the superstition man. She paid me 50 cents!! Hahaha. It's okay, I'm 50 cents richer and I just used it on my lunch drink.
2 weeks ago, Zhen and I attented the NUS and NTU Open House. No prizes for guessing which one faired better. Goodies and Freebies make a great impression. We hardly met any NJ friends. Just a few other friends here and there. It was only at the later part of NTU that we met Justin Har, Sherrie, Louis, Kinphang and company. They are so hilarious. I don't even know what they talk about because my Chinese is so horrible but their gestures and constant shouting is strangely entertaining.
On most days, I have been ambivalent, at best about university life. Now, all that's inside is hatred. I don't want to start school again. I love working and doing my own stuff. To be not weighed down my schedules or homework. It's a great feeling.
