I'm suffering from serious depression due to a horrible timetable which includes 8fuckingam lectures and days ending at 5pm. When the sky is dark, the moon is up and the wind actually bites. The fact that I'm clueless in almost every lecture just makes everything worse.
Did I mention that if you trace my route, you'll find youself walking in just one straight line, leading from my hostel to uni and then back again? And everyone get so bored they just end up studying. I am trying to. Hooray!
And.... I'm having withdrawal symptoms due to the lack of home cooked food, authentic chicken rice, mee siam, tom yum soup, the prawn noodles near bf's house( sha, you broke your promise!!), sting ray, bak chor mee with extra vinegar and chilli( sha, hurry find out where the uncle's new shop is!), CJ's xiaolongbao, or luat, sambal kang kong.. I can continue doing this for days. You get the gist. Basically, I crave for everything that can't be obtained here. So fuck the pizzas, pastas and steaks. I've yet to taste a salami topped pizza that deserves two thumbs up. In fact, I've only eaten only ONE pizza since I've been here. Been surviving on cup noodles(Singapore style) cos hostel food is simply revolting. It's such a waste of money, paying $243 per week when I hardly touch the food. I'm better off living in a rented apartment and cooking my own dinner. Works out to be less than $100 a week too. Ah.. the only difference lies in that fact that I can no longer let warm water run in the shower as I take my own sweet time.

I just got 5 bruises that I'm loving very much.
Remember the guy who can't choose oranges? Yeah.. he can't drive for fucknuts. Not even to save his own life. He's the WORST driver ever, apart from geh-kiang cabbies who weave in and out of different lanes and jamming their brake so suddenly. Poor Iris almost got flung out the windscreen.