The time now is 12.38PM. I have a class at 1.20PM.
Meanwhile I'm sitting at the dining hall in Liz Waters (one of the dorms) after having lunch with Adi and Lavilla.
I really need to go pee but I can't be bothered to get up and bring all my stuff with me unless I'm leaving this place completely.
By the way, people here don't call it a toilet. Or the loo. They call it a bathroom! I had severe communication breakdowns my first few weeks here when I kena hightide. Haha. The people in my dorm like to make fun of my apparent language quirks -
How I spell yoghurt/programme/centre.
How I say 'claHss' and not 'claYss'.
How I never know how much I weigh or how tall I am because I use a different metric system.
One of the boys said that being international makes me immediately hotter than other girls, other factors remaining constant. Haha I suppose I couuuld exploit that... Hmm... Haha. Whatever.
And my accent is weird to them. But they like it. I find that so funny though, because the accent I used to talk to them isn't the one I usually have! When I'm talking to Ness or William I'm soo Singaporean, and I speak so fast because I don't have to worry about articulation. And I get kind of chorlor as well. Coz I'm so comfortable!
But maintaining the angmoh accent is easier these days. I'm getting more comfortable with it, and I don't have to think so much about articulation anymore. Sometimes when the angmohs hear me speaking to the other Singaporeans in my normal accent they can't catch what I'm saying. It's worse when I start throwing in the slang. Haha I love it. It's like my very own Singaporean code. It might as well be a different language to them, honestly. My roommate's getting accustomed to the accent though. She actually understood me when I said "Eh we go another day la." Heh.

Hey yaaa'lll :)
I'm too lazy to type more stuff so I'll just paste what I posted on giantbug.blogspot.com:

gloria just texted me in the early hours of morning waking me from my slumber with HELLO MAXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!

friday night drunken acts :)

what was i doing friday night?
i walked for half an hour out in the cold to a DAMN GOOD IDIAN RESTAURANT for dinner because one of the indian singaporeans had his bday ystd night. hahaha it was worth braving the cold. nxt week we're going for their lunch buffet HAHAHA.

omg i really eat like a pig here.

then i came home and i slept (haha eat full go sleep waaaaaaah) BECAUSE i had to wake up at 6.30am today to go to WORK!

we had a football game today at 11 so i have to be at the stadium by 7.30am to prepare. i go there to swipe my card and study until 11am HAHAHA. den when the work is done I GO DOWN TO THE KITCHEN AND RAID IT. omg they have like MILLIONS OF COOKIES/SALAD STUFF/HAMBURGERS/HOTDOGS... i just took enough for uhmmm i dunno, a month? HAHA. I gotta work again this sat, we're playing Indiana. i hope we trash them. we creamed northern illinois today 44-3. it wasn't even fun to watch the game. :\

i have definitely put on weight here. it doesn't help that angmohs are fat so i feel safe putting on weight. den when i go home u all will laugh at me. :(

Ok so I'm in the Steenbock Memorial Library trying to study for my PoliSci exam on Monday, I flip open the intro to one of the books (Identity and Violence by Amartya Sen, who is THE man.) and I come across one line that immediately grabs my attention -

The centre is dedicated to the study of the future, and the chosen title of the series of lectures was "The Future of Identity". However with a little help from T.S. Eliot I was able to convince myself that "Time present and time past,/ Are both perhaps present in time future." By the time the book was done, it was as much concerned with the role of identity in historical and contemporary situations as with prognostications of hereafter.

For all the lit-ty kids out there, T.S. Eliot is probably nothing new. But for a science-y like me, I was like WOW. INSIGHTFUL. Haha. Well anyway, I liked it enough to go Google it and here're the first few lines (which I really like, before the imagery kicks in and it gets a little harder to immediately follow, although no less beautiful)

Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.

Burnt Norton, No. 1 of 'Fourt Quartets'