I hadnt written anything here in a long time. Not that it had been uneventful. It's just that I dont know where to start. The last post was about the penultimate paper. Well, I rmb the last paper.In fact, I rmb it very well because I was ill and it was the first time I had sat for a paper when I wasnt feeling all that good. I rmb drowning in water during those days when I was studying for it, then lying in bed and refusing to move. I rmb refusing to learn how to draw the super complicated diagram, then gave in later when I saw the past yr papers. I rmb bitching to my brother having to learn how to draw the damn thing, then forgot how to draw one of the 12 boxes in the whole diagram during the exam. I rmb the exchange student commenting that the whole diagram looked like beans to him. And twas the last paper ever in NUS.
Fast forward and I was on the plane flying to Vietnam. I rmb the lack of concrete plans, just impromptu decisions. I rmb the excitement, and the paranoia. I rmb that my backpack was the lightest, and that it was barely half fulled. I rmb the monopoly nights. I rmb the long walks and the awesome food. I rmb the friendly hotel staff. I rmb the blackout in the hotel. I rmb the tunnels.I rmb the bus boy who wore a cap that says Singapore. I rmb the blistering heat in Cambodia. I rmb Pizza Company. I rmb the dimly lit streets (correction, they werent even lit at all). I rmb the pretty Wats. I rmb the ruins. I rmb climbing and panicking. I rmb the tuk tuk and the resultant numb face. I realised that I have a fear of heights. I rmb Thailand just the way it was a year ago. I rmb cha yen. I rmb the night markets. I rmb big mama. I rmb the trains. I rmb the sunset, the sunrise and the moon. I rmb the beaches. I rmb the supermarkets. I rmb how we took one day just to finish one mall. I rmb the people in Malaysia. I rmb the taxi driver. I rmb the wanton mee uncle. I rmb the E&A uncle. I rmb the travel agency uncle. I rmb the movie. I rmb the memorials. I rmb gurney drive. I rmb chinatown. I rmb the cheong fun.
It was 4 weeks of awesomeness. It was the only way and the only consolation that one could ever have before starting smth serious like, work. I thought I had spent this period of nothingness pretty well. No doubt that the trip was the highlight during this period, I was glad that I manaaged to meet up with people after I came back. What with the world cup, makan outings and singing sessions, it was good. And how could I forget the commencement? While some may say it's just a formality and that it doesnt really matter (I used to think that way too), but it was so, I dont know. It just symbolises so much. And all the happy faces and the parents beaming. It's touching you know.
And tmr, I start work. It's about time too dont you think? Since I'm going to be bankrupt soon. Heh. I'm not really looking forward to it. Seriously, how many people can look forward to work. It aint called work for nothing. Ok this is sounding a little pessimistic here but oh wells, I'll just try to make the best out of it.
Till then.