Saturday, December 22, 2007
jet lagged
What am I doing at 8am early in the morning, all wide-awake and ready to go when I should be snuggling under my sheets for another 2 hours or so. =/Feels good to be home. Everynight before I go to sleep I would lay on my bed and tuck myself under my cream hallmark sheets and enjoy the warmth trapped between me and quilt and having the fan turned on to maximum blowing straight into my face.
Of course, there are moments of boredom being at home with nothing to do at times. Already into my 5th day back in Singapore, I feel bored. Fashion-wise, there hasn't been anything nice along Orchard Road. The streets are way too packed with christmas shoppers and ah lians and it has been pretty impossible to move around freely. At home, there's nothing much to do except laze around on the bed and read fashion periodicals and facebook whore to see what's going on on the other side of the world.
But then again, I have to remind myself that this state of nothing to do-ness is something that I have been yearning for, especially over the last few weeks of the semester. No more having to crash into bed at 3am every night or worry unduly about this and that. Even the weekend at NYC was almost all work and no play except for the ballet and wee bitof shopping at random places. I didn't get the chance to shop much at my favourite stores and we didn't check out as many good restaurants as much as we wanted to and had pasta day after day for dinner. And then all the stress from missing the interview because of 1) oversleeping and 2) the next bus being delayed out of Ithaca. Plus all the preparation that we had to do (and apps) in the dingy hotel room on a Sunday afternoon instead of going out and have fun. And the place we stayed in was so unhygenic I think there were bed bugs breeding in the pillow :(
I remember the feeling of emancipation at NYC after being done with the visit and interviews. I was so excited to get out of the place and I didn't even bother putting on my winter jacket and walked 10 blocks back to the YMCA in heels (that no longer seemed to hurt) knowing that I was only left with one final destination -- home.
I'm just glad that I get to breathe in the humidity in the air yet again.
ilovetotwirl at 4:41 PM
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
goal gradient
im happy. my flight back to singapore just got confirmed a couple of days ago after fretting for the past 1.5 months that i would have to fly home on xmas eve and spend christmas in the plane with bad airline food in cramp seats that can only fit size 0 models comfortably. suddenly having 5 finals in a week doesnt seem so bad anymore. even the snow and the cold doesnt bother me to much, knowing that i'll be leaving this place for the sun and warmth in less than a week's time.
before that though, there's still 2 more papers and alot of important things to do. its going to be a mad rush to prepare for the entire weekend at NYC, at the same time having to clear up my room, pack away my old clothes, prepare everyone's gifts, dig out the old bed linens, vacuum my floor, sell away my old books, and recycle the stash of handouts that has been accumulating in my desk tray. not forgetting having to pack my suitcases for all sorts of weather and occasions - snow, sun, business attire, shorts and skirts for singapore, winter coat, boots, birkenstocks and some nice and warm outfits for the city. (:
thinking about going home this time round makes me feel exactly the same way a year ago during freshman year in december. like for all the mugging, the lack of sleep, the stress, the incessant amount of homework...everything doesnt even matter anymore once i get home and away from cornell and the horrors of academics.
at the end of the semester, i always look back and wonder how did i manage to survive the entire frenzy away from my family, friends, singapore food and the comforts of a familiar environment. but whatever it is, all this pondering and brain exhausting activities can be put off till another day. for now im almost there -- home!

ilovetotwirl at 10:49 AM
