I came home after 3 weeks to see this nice surprise sitting on my shelf. My mom visited a camera antique store while she was in Los Angeles but she didn’t know which one to get for me, so she just bought the oldest camera in the shop. She brought back my grandpa’s old Canon rangefinder as well.

My mom is awesome <3

I have a gazillion photos from my trip, I don’t know which ones I should post here. For some reason I didn’t feel homesick at all in those 3 weeks. The whole trip made me more appreciative of Singapore, but at the same time it made me feel discontented with it as well. I almost wished I didn’t have to come back.

In any case, I’m back and school is starting. I’m anticipating an agony-filled few months ahead.

The great thing about my internship is that it’s located in an awesome part of Singapore, so if Mou and I are feeling bored with work we can just wander around the place and find something interesting. We saw a cafe that looked promising (due to the fact that it sold alcoholic cakes) but the Baileys cake we tried was a little disappointing. The texture was like tough jelly, and it came with a cup of foam milk on the side which we didn’t know what to do with.

Plus, it so happens that it’s also located near Ann Siang Hill, so that’s an excuse to bring my camera to work more often!

No more studying for the next month and a week. I can finally have long meals with my friends and cross off movies from my to-watch list, completely guilt-free. I’m so glad that the school term is over, but I have to say that it was a good distraction. Studying accompanied with the lack of sleep drove me crazy, but it doesn’t compare to how my own thoughts can potentially cause a breakdown.

I can’t wait to be in Europe! I can finally see the beautiful architecture and art that I’ve only seen in pictures and on the internet. Whoever says money doesn’t make you happy is lying. Money = travel = happiness. But I guess traveling without a companion wouldn’t make you happy, so okay money only makes up half of it.

It’s been a while since a song made me tear.

The concert was way too short. People started leaving and I was like, “Wait, no encore? Why’s everyone leaving?! What’s happening?!” Apparently the ‘break/sound check’ I thought they had in the middle of the concert was the part when they came back for an encore. The whole event was strangely lackluster.  Matt Berninger’s voice is sex though.

ZW was completely exhausted afterwards but I was still energetic from the lack of concert experience. Something unpleasant did happen during the concert though. I have always been aware that chauvinism, sexual harassment and popped collars are three unfortunate things  that somehow exist in this world thanks to deluded, over-compensating douchebags. I have been fortunate enough all my life to avoid meeting or interacting with such poor excuses for men, and this was the first time I encountered one (two, if you count his other friend the other asshole).

Douchebags who are reading this, if you are somehow aware that your overbearing behavior is borne from the need to over-compensate for something you physically lack, the whole I-wanna-bang-every-chick mentality isn’t going to get you laid nor is it going to get you a girl at all in the long run. So button up your shirt because nobody needs to see your fine set of moobs, pull down your collar like a normal person and stay away from women.

Yes, I’m starting to think popped collars are almost as serious a crime as sexual harassment.

Scum aside, the concert was a break I really needed. Now, the last 3 weeks of school, let’s go!

I feel terrible about it. My mind must be going.

I can’t wait to enjoy myself for one night after this hell week (oh wait, every week is hell week) is over. It’s a Sunday night though so I’m not sure whether I should indulge my lazy side and skip school the next day or try to be one of those students who pride themselves in being ‘awesome’ by having 3 hours of sleep each night. I think I will choose the former.

I’m extremely tired now but I must power through some readings. It’s probably not ‘awesome-like’ of me to want to sleep for at least 6 hours a day, but I think getting to live a longer and healthier life trumps appearing awesome to my peers.

A cushion I made for Shane for his birthday.

It’s already Week 11 of the school term. Suddenly my friends and I realize that it’s time to plan our degree and think about our internships. Things are going by so quickly, I don’t even know if I’m sure of what I’m doing. Some school mates are extremely gung-ho about everything they do, and people are telling me that it’s important to keep up, and so I just try to keep up and do the things that people tell me are important. Graduation will come before I know it, even though it seems very far away for now. All I can do is try as many things as possible for now and hope that eventually the future-me will go “Ah! That’s what I want.”

Scrap what I wrote earlier, I’m still having a terrible week.