Some words.

Haha I'm coming home tmr and I'll be seeing Zy first thing Sunday morning. I think I'm actually more excited about that than sushi and chompchomp.

Zy has been a fixture in my life these past few years and words cannot describe how grateful I am for her. She puts up with my tantrums, and always puts my messy thoughts in context. I love her for the way she is determined to help the people around her, and how she has simply brightened up my world. But I also know that although she doesn't show it much, she can be very vulnerable at times. Which is why I must say now, that any guy who doesn't appreciate her for who she is just doesn't deserve her.

Jas and Don are moving in today and darn it all, I'm excited. To be honest, sometimes I catch myself thinking "thank god for Jas". It's been a rough year for me, but her presence never fails to cheer me up. And Don. I just had a disorienting revelation about him a few days ago. Jas and I were in Koko Black when she explained to me about the time he went to meet her and her 3 friends and he actually brought his own coats for them without them asking because he "thought they might be cold". Which they were. And once again, I was left speechless. With luck, I would regain my speech by this afternoon when they arrive (God, woman, you're so lame. So Lame.)

In any case, I'm very thankful for this lot. Too often I have difficulty expressing how I feel, and it doesn't come out right, so I'm writing it down now, when it hopefully won't be forgotten.

Once more, with feeling!

Last exam tmr. Wish me luck.

Where does the time go?

It's Day 9 of my countdown to Singapore, and my spirit is officially broken. All around me people are leaving and celebrating. Well, shit on them.

Sometimes I hate taking International Relations and Psych here. I love it adoringly most of the time, but occasionally it becomes this love-hate relationship, the kind where you knock something up and you're forced to take responsibility for it forever but you love babies so maybe it's okay. Huh? What I mean is that just about every Asian here takes commerce/finance. And for once, it would be NICE to have someone (anyone) to talk to about the assignments or lectures. Everytime I go out with friends, they start talking about the their quizzes, some idiotic tutor or another and I'm sitting there having an imaginary conversation with myself in my head.

And last night, I realized I had developed this most annoying giggle. Like shrill, breathless and uncontrolled. It happens when something exceedingly funny and unexpected happens. The first time it appeared was when someone randomly commented on my hands, and out it spouted like vomit on a drunkard. And it re-emerged again last night, when the waiter at Taj Mahal guessed my order. I was so amused that I produced the most girly, disgusting sound ever. You have to kill me now.
(ETA: On second thought, don't kill me. A tight, polite slap would do. Thank you. You're a good friend.)

I have an exam tmr, so I'm off to casually browse through my notes. Bye.