I have nothing to do today. This is a very novel feeling.

I had intended to start studying, but due to extraordinary circumstances such as being late to meet Jon, I was unable to procure my course books, hence delaying me from embarking on my plan of becoming Geek of the year.

To cut a long-winded description short, I have no books to study and I have no appointments, so I have nothing to do.

Well actually, not nothing to do. I need to pack my room, but I have decided to learn from the wise ostrich in that regard.

Talking about geeks, most people don't know that I have always wanted to be one. There's something about immersing yourself wholeheartedly in studies and getting good grades that somehow appeals to me. Unfortunately I was too darn happening in JC and after due to a sad lack of determination, and I must now make up for it by being extra nerdy.

Once I get my books, of course.

ANd maybe pack my room.

School life has been interesting so far. The bones of the place is pretty much what the convocation video promised, except for large boarded up areas and the lack of most of the advertised facilities. Despite having no water coolers, however, my block redeems itself by having a cheers just across the road, which I procure my supplies from during 15 minute lecture breaks. I'm afraid I'm going to gain weight, because during both long breaks and short breaks I eat and eat.

Which is really surprising, considering the tight and healthy diet I usually keep to.

I shall go back to doing nothing.

I wish I could just record down all my emotions now. I've had months of general disillusionment with human relationships and building frustration, weeks of wishing that university wasn't starting, and six days of terrible insomnia. Now I feel uplifted all at once: joy, anticipation and relief merging into a happy whole.

The joy was from a stayover at my cousin's place, which reminded me of how nice human silliness and laughter are. The anticipation came surprisingly after the convocation ceremony, which was pretty much as boring as promised except for the brilliant concert at the end, and a long chat with my orientation group on the Esplanade rooftop. The relief at finally making the decision to just be honest, get things out of my system, face the impossible and just move on. And of course, the girl talk plus OG sharing which was just nice.

No more sleepless nights. A whole new stage of my life to look forward to. I love people! I love life! I'm suddenly very happy to be alive, and happier that so many wonderful people around me are alive. That sounds mushy and I'm not usually mushy, so this is evidently a Rare Moment.

Thank you dears!

Strange what emotional turbulence does to you.

It occurred to me last night that my sister really is the most important person in my life. While love really cannot be measured between individuals, the loss of her in my life would likely be more devastating than the loss of any other.

And I can't blog any more because my computer has just detected a virus.

I realised that my picture is no longer there at the side. Instead there's this thing that says, "Image hosted by Photobucket", but apparently Photobucket has decided to stop hosting my picture. Bleah.

I was flipping through my autograph book today and I came across this poem dedicated by my primary school friends, written when we were all still in primary school. It explains the rather terrible rhyming and grammatical errors, but it’s very cute all the same.

In Loving (the ‘o’ here is a heart) Memory of Zhang Xuwen

Xuwen was a little pig
All she did was eat and eat
She’s so crazy, she’s so bad
She is really, really mad
(Beside this verse is a drawing of a pig’s head with a spiral above it to symbolize madness)

She would always dance all day
Sometimes she would run away
She was neither nice nor kind
As she had long since lost her mind
(Picture of pig in dancing dress to emphasize point)

And then one day a farmer came
He saw Xuwen and laughed like insane
He took a big, fat, chopper knife (drawing of big chopper knife)
And cut poor Xuwen slice by slice

Xuwen cried out, “Stop the knife!”
The farmer was shocked that she’s still alive!
She said, “Thank you for the liposuction.”
He cut in, “There’s no need for the mention.”
She cried, “But that’s not the way I want it!”
He said, “Yes, of course I must wear a mitt!
I could not bear to touch you
Even if you are coated with dew!”
(I don’t get this part either, by the way)

Xuwen bit him and ran away
All the people saw her sway
She was still alive and running about
But she couldn’t live without her butt!
(Pig without butt)

She went to hell to reincarnate
But she was told that it’s too late!
The last pig place had been taken away
She begged and cried but they said nay!

There’s only one place left for her to go
She cried as now she must stoop low
Knowing that she could shit no more
She would rather turn “ang moh”!

Then she was reborn as a child
And since an infant she had been wild
For she had been missing a lot
As a pig but now she was not

And now whenever you see a girl
Who has a habit of forming curls
That is Xuwen who lost her butt
When she tried rolling in the mud

She had wanted to conceal
What she could not reveal
The awful fact that her muddy figure
Is now growing bigger and bigger

Oh! The pleasure she’s deprived
Of all the things that she had prized
And now she could find nothing worthwhile
Except to draw pigs pile by pile!
(Another pig’s head)

Her friends began to fear that she’s insane
When she started growing a mane
They plucked off all her hair to make her sane
And behaved like very unpleasant dames

Xuwen could bear this ordeal no more
For her head had become awfully sore
Her skin had also become very red
And by the next day, she was dead!
(Illustration of pig with crosses as eyes to show a dead pig)

Somehow I find it inordinately funny. I should be honoured that they actually went to all this effort.

I did an inventory of my sister's toilet cubicle today. She has four types of hair wax, two types of hair gel, hair clay, hair mousse and hair spray. Someday I'm going to cut my hair short and spike it up, just so that I can have fun with all the different stuff i can put on it.

The fish in my grandma's house is shrinking. I haven't seen many fish shrink before--in fact, I haven't seen ANY fish shrink before. So everytime I go there, I feel the urge to feed it. But no, I can't, because apparently they bought expensive fish food for it and it's to be used sparingly. So as a result, instead of the healthy red glow assured by fish food manufacturers, this luo han has a rather yellow, malnourished complexion.

I was contemplating taking fish food from my house and feeding it, but if it died through pure coincidence, I would probably be accused of feeding it to death. Because my fish food is not expensive enough, or something. Sigh.

Something quite rare and incredible happened to me yesterday, which I will not go into detail here because certain gossipy individuals may get the wrong idea. Anyway I was quite pleasantly surprised by the bag the team bought me--I figured out that four guys may not have the best taste when it came to female stuff. But it's nice! Nicer than what I got myself, admittedly.

Talking about bags, to divert from the theme of "furry stuff", I'm getting three bags this year. Well like Felda said, a girl can never have too many fancy bags.

I went out with primary school friends today whom I've not met up with properly in years. We were a tight foursome long ago, and I was pleasantly surprised to discover that the magic wasn't all gone, after all.

Our conversation to decide a place to eat went something like this:

Me: "So where do you want to eat? Quick, I'm hungry. Restaurant or cheapskate?"

Shulin: "Restaurant lah. Don't want cheapskate."

Me: "Western, Chinese, Japanese?"

Jit Sy: "Not Chinese."

Lee Ting: "Not Japanese."

Me: "Ok, what western restaurants are there around here?"

Shulin: "Italian, Swensons, NYDC, Fosters..."

Me: "Not Swensons."

Lee Ting: "Not NYDC."

Jit Sy: "Not Italian."

So by the process of elimination, we went to Fosters. It's nice to go out with people who have opinions, although the food sucked. So DON'T GO FOSTERS.

It was also nice to eat with non-choosy people with healthy appetites and not on any kind of diet. All the courses: the bread (with butter), soup, main course, ice-cream and coffee/tea were totally cleared by all individuals present. No leftover fries, half eaten chicken, or untouched bread. Jit Sy still picks out all her peas but that doesn't count. It was nice to feel normal. We agreed to go to the zoo next Friday, although that took longer than deciding what to eat.

After that I rushed to AJ for the CDC debate competition. Happily, SCGS broke semifinals, so efforts all round were paid off. In general, quite a good day today.