I haven't written in so long. Mostly because I've been so busy with moving and assignments. (You lie!) Okay, so I've been occupied by other things. I'm quite amused by how many people's birthdays are in September. My friend's theory is that people tend to let their guard down during Christmas parties (which I find is a hilarious and perfectly legitimate reason).
Incidentally, I love reading the handwritten comments on my essays. Seeing the marker's handwriting makes me feel like someone other than a robot has read my scribblings, and that jazzes me to no end. I keep all my essays in a box under my bed where they receive a semi-annual dusting. (Okay, obviously I made that up. I don't know where half my essays have gone.)
Speaking of weird habits, I have never been embarrassed by the fact that I am quite short (even when random people insist on walking into me) or the fact that I speak with a strong Singaporean accent (or so I am told). It is these shortcomings that make me comfortable in my strange little world. But my stubbornness these days has reached new and unfortunate heights. Yesterday I spent hours walking around 5 different suburbs because I refused to take a bus (also partly because my new housemate told me a horror story about a bus). I still pester my friends to go swimming with me (none of whom are silly enough to), and I continually allow myself to spend hour after hour playing with the fonts and margins on my finished essays. I don't know why I am the way I am sometimes, but I'm working on it.
I'm going to Japan in January with my buddy Shan and I must say, I'm greatly looking forward to it. It'll be for about a fortnight, and we'll be going to Osaka, Kyoto, Nagoya and Tokyo. I even planned some time to hang out by myself. Hopefully I won't get too lost.
My English tutorials are wonderful. Like a weekly book club. Did you know Persuasion was originally titled The Elliots? The person who told me was actually a middle-aged plumber from Queensland. People just never cease to surprise me. Sitting in that room always makes me feel somewhat inadequate. I'm probably the most boring person to be, with no definite dreams or accomplishments. Just a silly foreign kid, a little homesick and dreaming of great things.
That's it for now. Have a nice week!
