So, so bored.

So I'm sitting here in the Fenner Comp Labs at, geez, 4 am in the morning. Nothing like a little isomnia to mess up a good sleepover, I tell you what.

Anyway, my sleep hours have been a little crazy. I blame it on my housemates, who both sleep at the crack of daybreak like the otaku and mugger they are respectively. You see, Housemate A is in his graduating year and he has already got a pretty great job. So really, the rest of his time here, he spends drinking coffee with friends, watching anime and playing with his iphone. But he is a nice guy, who willingly chauffeurs (the word "chauffeurs" is looking weird to me. That is the right word, right, for an ahmad? Chauffeurs chauffeurs chauffeurs. It looks weird.) me around and cooks dinner for me sometimes. Housemate A comes over to chat in the morning for a few hours, hence me sleeping when he leaves, ie 6 am.
Housemate B, oh housemate B. God. I have nothing left to say.

Right, anyways. It is the exam period now, and I want to die from all the killer assignments. I have 2 take-homes, and 3 exams, all of which ensure I am the last person on the face of this earth to end my exams. But in all fairness, everyone is pretty stressed out. My good buddy Jas has 3 exams and a 3000 word take-home paper and she's doing Law. Which probably means I won't see her again for a long while. Don, who is takes IT (I tell him it's the most poorly-funded faculty in the ANU and it pisses him off. It's quite funny.) has an assignment which is counted by the lines. What a joke. But why am I telling you about exams. Let's talk about something else.

Like how I'll be back Nov 22nd! Nov 22nd!! And the exams in NUS should be over in a week. So how can we not meet up? We can't. Not meet up. So meet me. Good. It's stuff like this that make me miss Singapore like crazy.

Nov 22nd! :D

Nostalgia is a dangerous emotion.

I need to say something. Something personal.

I miss my old room. Haha! See now, it wasn't anything special but just something that occurred to me. I bet you thought I was going to say something wildly inappropriate. Too bad!

Anyhoo. My room was renovated a few months back. I wish it wasn't because I was so happy with the old one. But it's gone now, and in its place is a pale, bland shadow of my memories (I call the new room "Where Dreams Go To Die"). Things change, and I have been trying to accept that. When the past has been good, it's hard to move forward knowing that your future is so different and bland (like salty soggy vegetables, I like to think). And because it's not alright now, I know I have to work harder to settle things. Even adjusting to that godless hole I'm coming home to.

And just know that I'm thinking of you all, while I clean my room and slog through my exams wishing you could do them in my place.

Haha!

Sidenote: cute guys rock sweaters.

There is no arguement. Some guys can pull off a sweater like nobody's business. Like this tutor for one of my silly courses who is famously prone to rambling. He wears a grey checkered sweater but once and I swear, everyone perks up and all is forgiven. Guys can be really cute if they try sometimes, just a little.

That's all.

I'm back. Oh shit.

I know it's been awhile since I last blogged. Because, you guys, I have joined a cult. The cult of laziness, if you will.

Okay. Actually the truth is I kept meaning to post, but kept getting waylaid by other stuff. Like emotional blackholes, assignments, the US elections etc. And the passage of time built this enormous pressure to post an amazing post, about me discovering the meaning to life or meeting Michael Cera (whom I had a dream about having an illicit on-set romance with). And then, I thought "who reads this crap anyway, I'll just do what I want", and then I went to watch some TV and now I'm here writing.

So yeah, the elections. I have been obssessing about it for the past few months and I would like, stay up late and get up early to read more articles on it. On Obama, Ayers, Biden, McCain, Palin, Keating. And I have thus acquired zero knowledge about anything else, except maybe that stupid Indian dorm in Serangoon Gardens and abit about rock music. I'm irrelevant, that way.

More later.