Durian

Ever wonder what it feels like to explore new places alone and not have any companion/s beside you to share snide comments with when some aesthetic-deprived face with a miniskirt walks by?

...

Just ask me, and I'll tell you.

Anyway, managed to check-in without problem on tuesday afternoon into my new room (hiding-hole for the rest of the year). When I stepped into the room, boy did I suddenly feel the loss of the 3 dimensions... Not that I'm that big of a person or that I need more space, but probably I just need time to adjust sleeping and living in such a small compartment. It was quite filthy as well, but my mum took care of that. Now I sleep to the smells of Dettol.

So there I was, the next morning, got up all early and ready to start on a brand new adventure. Enthusiasm was boundless as i roamed around the block of apartments that I now have to call home. However, as soon as I found and entered the canteen, and took a look at the bread and bihun on sale.... I decided that I had about an appetite of a shrunken tortoise, and proceeded to head back to my room to munch on biscuits. Guess being alone affects more than your mental health. Damn nerves.

Well, parents met up with me during my free time yesterday and today, and I managed to get a look around Singapore. Went to some Buddhist temple. Went to some Esplanade thingy. Had some Häagen-Dazs ice-cream. Both places were quite beautiful really, something I never expected from a country famed for being, I dunno, just "full of rat races". At any rate, the whole island seems to be screaming for more land. The lack of space seems to pop-up in the most obvious things, like the masses of high-rise flats situated around the city, to the less obvious things, like people always parking their cars until the wheels hit the curb because the lots are small (and even if the lots are big, they do it due to force of habit).

At any rate, wished I had a camera with me for the past few days. Well, I did actually, but I forgot to bring the transfer cable so I can't post photos or even save them in this computer. I took some pics with my mum's camera phone, but I don't have the cable for that either, and I'm just too tired now to fiddle with bluetooth.

Orientation sucked.

It had its interesting bits, sure, but overall, it felt too much like a redundant marketing campaign delivered to the wrong audience. Hopefully it gets better next week.

Walking amidst throngs of people all having fun and laughing and talking, it's not easy. I keep seeing half-shadows of people I know when I look at the crowd, but I know theres nobody I know here. Even the few people I met and talked with, seemed to be reminiscent of my associates in the past. A guy who looks like Ting Feng. A dude who reminds me of Chiam. It's all really weird saddening stuff. And studies haven't even started yet.

Tsk.


EDIT: If anyone's interested to know, TFK and Chiam were the first few people I met from my A-Levels class in Taylor's. The correct order would be, if memory serves correctly, Chiam then Yuva during orientation day, TFK and Nicole during the first class. And then Choe during the next class. After this, it all gets a little bit fuzzy, sorta like a television set with its aerial connection pulled out. Aardvarks are cool.