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.
