I'm back!! I just finished reading The Da Vinci Code. Felt like reading it after watching the movie on the plane back home.

Whatever.

Nanjing Trip

The Good

*Shopping at Xinjiekou
It really really rocks. The underground shopping place, Laidi or something is a shopper's heaven. There's everything, ranging from brands to fake brands to Mickey to black and white pigs to Puma to Nike to Adidas to everything in between. Rocks huh.

*Nanjing Zhonghua Zhongxue si4 da4 mei3 nv3
That's the official name for me, Yunxuan, Yingyu and Xumei's buddies. All of them got suitors one worh, don't play play. Great fun to hang around together. Yup. Especially shopping, but duh, shopping's always fun. >_<

*The host family
No, this isn't the scary sequel to the korean movie. *Haha. Good joke* Host Families are really nice. They cook for you, wash for you, provide beds for you, send you to and fro everywhere, pay for your dinners. Man, are they nice.

The Bad

*The food
Okay, so the food tastes okay, mostly, but its the eating I'm worried about. I guess I about put on 10 kg there. And that's only the 3 main meals. Gosh.

*The roads
Don't get me started. If you are interested in getting knocked down by a car, a motorbike and a bicycle simultaneously, try Nanjing roads. No kidding.

*The Lectures
Lectures. Okay, so not all of them are that bad, but most of them have *ucked-up speakers, and I'm not only just saying that. I bet they think Singaporean kids are a bunch of brainless gits, who know nothing about China. Sorry, we are NOT. Are we?

*The reflections
These really suck. I mean, Applications? Like any of us are serious about doing the reflections. Speaking of which, we have to hand them in on Thursday. ):

The Ugly

*Xie3 Zhen1 boys
*PUKES*
Need I say more?

*The attitudes of some cheenas
Suck like hell, especially those shopkeepers. There was this nitwit who said "Get out, Bitch" when we stepped into the shop. Like, what the hell? There are those Don't-want-to-buy-then-get-out attitudes. Then there are the toilet cut queue aunties. Grr.

*Some toilets
You know, some toilets.

Yep. That's all folks.

Oh, and Yingyu, Silas is actually okay looking, I get what you mean. Minus the self torturing habit and that evil stare, that is.

P.S China boys are quite act seh one. :O

YOYOYO.
I'm here!! Finally, I have access to internet! Cheers.
Anyway, I'm at my Haimen Buddy's house now. First time here. And I have to climb up 5 flights of stairs to get there!! Dammit.
Anyway, not much to blog about. Kay, Ta.

Currently, I am rotting to death at home.

Seriously, my routine is: wake up, eat breakfast, channel surf, bathe, eat lunch, read, sleep, sleeeeeep, wake up, surf the net, eat dinner, bathe, channel surf, sleep.

Not exactly productive, eh?

Okay, I admit, it was kinda nice doing this once or twice, but if I keep up with this, I'll turn into a brain-dead lunatic.

Crikey, Steve Irwin is dead!

That was the headlines of the article. Yep. I remembered watching a movie he starred in just recently in june. Yep. And now he's dead as a door nail. Whatever that means.

Yesterday my sister was telling me the news, in the afternoon.

The phone conversation went like this:

Sis: Eh, buy strawberry milk tea for me leh.
Me: Hai, but I no money!
Sis: Aiyarh, but I sometimes also got help you buy one.
Me: Can I buy cheese maki for you instead?
Sis: NO! Anyway, Steve Irwin died leh.
Me: Huh?
Sis: Yea, he was killed by a stingray.
Me: Huh, so sad.
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Pardon the bad english, but hey, singlish rocks mah. Screw the speak good english thingy.
:P

I'm bored stiff. Stiff. Bored. Blah. BORING. Snore.

I haven't packed my luggage! And the flight is in four days.. I guess I just don't feel the urge to do so. I'll pack on friday!! :)

I'm at the esplanade website checking out the Forbidden City timeslots.
09 Sep 2006, Sat 3.00 PM
The next show starts at 8.00 PM.
What? The show is at least 3 hours long, I think. Oh NOO.

I'm not very much into theatrics. Plus, it's not even a comedy!! OH NO.
Let's cross our fingers and pray that the show isn't half as dry as the history textbook. Or a history teacher, for the matter. Nor twice.

But still, anything which lets me go out of the house is okay, I guess.
Ta.

I just read my email from the China buddy.
She sent it like 3 days ago, and I didn't read it (cos I wasn't online, okay!!) then she sent it twice. Yarh, twice of the same email.
Then she said she didn't know whether I knew chinese or not, so she typed in english too.
Then I replied her lor.
She sounded ok. But she's younger than me! I'm no good with kids. :) Okay, so technically she's just 1 year younger.
Anyway, I'm crapping. tata.

THE EXAMS ARE OVER!
Okay, so I am a little late, but still.

Should I update you on the exams?
... Well, let me see, the exams all about sum up to one word.
BAD.

But hey, there're over. Move on. Go away, negative vibes.

The past few days were a flurry of slack, unslack, relaxing, fun and embarassing.
On Wednesday, there was the slack-ish (for me lar.) dance prac, then the Indian shopping spree, which almost had me amputated, and then the dinner cum bitching (not me. O.O, wide eyed and innocent) session.
FUN.

Then thursday was the Bollywood Teachers' day precursor celebration thingy. Whatever. We were dressed to the nines (tens, whatever). And dancing. In red. Me, that is. But, if you think that was embarassing, you should talk to yunxuan. Ahaha.

Then, I went back to my primary school, which, if you ask me, the reply would be "You never hear before one lar". aka Park View Primary School. See, you never hear before one lar.

We met up with the now sec 4 primary school friends. It was fun, considering several factors like awkward greetings, preachings and nasty facial hair.

Okay, that sounded demeaning.


And, today, I slept till 10, and slacked around. Like now. But hey, exams are over.
Its hippie hour!

Sorry, getting high over nothing. Ohmmm. Like, the mantra ohmmm. Not OHM, aka resistance.

V=IR
P=IV
Newton's First Law of motion states that .. um..

See?
See?
I'm purging myself of all the poison I had engulfed rapidly during the EOYs.


Okay, I'm probably getting mad.
Pack me off to woodbridge. Don't know the number? Dial 100 to the operator and ask for the hospital's number.
I better stop blogging lest (i hate this word. lest. lest. grr) I go cuckoo. *>*