First Night in London

At Ken's now, crashing for the night, cos its obviously impossible for me to go to student residences to get keys now. I cant wait to move into my own place. Its not that his place aint nice (in fact its one of the most beautiful homes around here in London), but I just want to unpack and get things done.

And i think the first thing Im going to do after I move in is to buy a fan. I know Im nuts for saying this, but honestly, I dont like being in a stuffy room, esp when you have to close the windows cos otherwise your things get wet (cos it just doesnt ever stop raining here) or its just too damn cold.

Dreading the moving tmr, hopefully there would actually be someone to help me out :( Seems like only a few Ah Mao Ah Gou are back. Makes me miss my family, esp my parents and the car. Essentials back at home becomes luxury here.

Okay Im starting to sound too whiny and cranky. Think the exhaustion from all the travelling is setting in.

Good Nights people!

Buhbye Singapore :(

I hate packing.
I hate worrying about going overweight (literally too). The thought of having to lug those heavy luggages and backpacks and barangs just totally ruins my mood. And on top of that, I dont have someone waiting for me when Im in London (unlike lovely singapore) plus cab fares can actually kill, so I have to lug them onto the tube and through the crowds.

I find it interesting (actually, appalling) how London is like one of the major cities in the world, yet most of its tube stations dont have escalators and lifts. Cant they spare a thought for not only the millions of visitors and tourists who have to lug their bloody heavy bags up and down those 1000 steps but also, for the disabled who practically cant take tubes cos of this?

And I hate packing cos it always means leaving :(
Finally, packing means that there is going to be a point of time when you have to ...
UNPACK. damnit.

Happy Birthday Stef :D

Stef in pink, blowing out the candles as Whisper (the horror) looks on.

Me crowning the Pink Princess of the Day.

Happy Birthday Stef!

Im not sure if Stef enjoyed her Pink Themed Surprise Bday Party as much as the rest of us 'cos:
1. Being Stef, she obviously hates surprises. And being the centre of attention.
2. The theme was pink, so everyone came in pink. (Even her! Though she didnt mean to dress for the occasion.) Except for Ang and her Dad.
3. It was a 32nd gathering in disguise.

But it was good fun and Im glad everyone enjoyed the food. At least, my efforts didnt go to waste! :D

Happy Birthday to my 2 best friends in council- Mon and Stef!
You guys are now old like me. Hehehe.

Its almost time to return :(

Today marks the end of my wakeboarding lessons, and the start of preparing myself for school. Its mixed feelings really. 2 years on, and I still get damn teary everytime Im at the airport. Im gonna miss my brother, my family, my friends (esp the sad ones, you guys know who you are) and being a brat (Sorry, Im superficial- Having a big room is great.). And of course, the sun. I know Im such an angmoh for saying this, but I love the heat in Singapore. I dont mind the sweat, and the potential headaches that it brings Cos i think it beats depressing winter (which is cold and dark. Short days suck.).

This summer has been great, way too awesome actually. And for once, I have led a life which involves waking up with nothing to do, no plans and no worries. Its a great change really, something I wish could go on for abit more. But I suppose we only really appreciate boredom when we know that we are going to be busy soon. Its probably painful if we know it would be indefinite.
Whilst I know people like Stef give me The Look when I dont know how to answer them when I say I dont know what I have been up to the whole summer, Im still glad I spent it the way I did. I like being at home when my brother's around, even though we dont talk that much (blame prelims). Im glad I got to see Hing and Jr loads when the drunkard from down there was back. Im glad I met the Losers at least once every week. Im glad I got to see the councillors, catch up with people like Mon, attend a class outing, see Ah Gake and Cher, visit HC, chill with the Tripod peeps and the list continues.

I havent climbed a mountain, volunteer at Zimbabwe, done a meaningful attachment somewhere here or somewhere exotic, or even travel anywhere (yes, I didnt even go Msia). But still, I think Im giving myself a pat on the back for enjoying boredom like this so thoroughly.
My only gripe being the freaking 3kg I gained. URGH.

Congrats to Morrison and Choon Hong!

Recently, I lost the motivation to blog because I just re-found this really old game that I was once (and now am again) addicted to called Theme Hospital. Its a little like Roller Coaster Tycoon, just that you assume the role of Cuddy (without having to deal with rascals like House, though personally I would love to ... just 'cos he is hot) and see patients with bloaty heads and invisibility and too much hair. And considering I played this game when I was about 10 years old, Im amazed that 1 decade later I still find it entertaining.

Yesterday I attended the 2nd wedding of my life. And i believe this marks the start of a string, and a not very subtle hint that I am growing very old. I suppose one of the good things about spending CNY in London is that I dont have to endure relatives probing into my love life.

Morrison and Choon Hong's wedding yesterday was absolutely beautiful. Their love story's seemingly common but yet cute and sweet- their first meeting was at a KTV through M's best friend/ best man.
Tears of joy and gratitude were shed as both the couple and their best man/ maid of honour shared their feelings about the union and each other. The wedding was simple, no funny or embarrassing games, no lavish decor and nothing out of the ordinary- but I liked it that way. There was no pretentiousness, just very down- to- earth and personal- just like how I know M. M's one of those dudes whom I know who can charm waitresses around the world to give him an extra serving of rice on the house, make people whom he has known for but 5mins feel absolutely comfortable, and someone you would call about 1 day before exams because you know that he seems to have this superpower to make anyone feel better. And so if Choon Hong is fortunate to have Morrison, he's even luckier to get her. She's beautiful, graceful and very very smart. She's like one of those people with an air of elegance whom you would notice in a crowd even if she's not talking. And yesterday, she was more beautiful than ever. She looked absolutely stunning in all 3 gowns, though my personal fave was definitely the cheongsum, that was complete with a train. She makes me want to have a cheongsum for my wedding too ... that's of course when I find my significant other first.

So, here's to Morrison and Choon Hong!
May they be blessed with loads of beautiful offsprings, we all would love to have kids to play with in London!