i actually have a lot of thoughts i wanted to share with you but i always seem to forget everytime i get to my lappie. let's see if i can still remember.

i think i've already stated this but i still want to keep my accentless, or rather, asian/british accent and i refuse to go "like yeah, like...like....like...". and i refuse to speak with a drawl, unless necessary. americans don't seem to understand you if you don't speak american. not english. american. the arrogant sonofab*tch*s.


i had my first anthropology class today. it was way over my head. i know nothing. that's mostly why i took the class though. the challenge is to actually be knowledgeable in something completely unrelated to me. *yes i'm beginning to be more selfless.* it was interesting. but i do need to stay awake in classes like math. bloody hell. even though i've gained credit for two courses, this course that i'm taking is still A level standard. vectors for god's sake. bleeding two dimensional vectors, with the is and js. ah well. even if i fish in lectures, at least i'll be able to do the homework and assignments with no problem. yeah i'm trying to not be over confident about it. the last time i did that with Biology, i nearly flunked it. then again, i had a flaky teacher who screwed over the school to get more money. oops, wrong story.

anyway, my room is a mess. as usual. but i'm going to clean it up this weekend. i hardly stay at home during the day. i do my homework on campus, i socialize on campus, i chill on campus. i only come home to do chores, to mandi and everything, and to sleep. simple enough. the college life should be the best period of your life. and i'm letting it be.


with luck, i'll be able to learn how to breakdance. i'll learn how to ice skate properly. i'll learn how to invent or just tick with something. so far, i'm really quite alright. i'm not complaining about my little room and the stuffiness of it (its inevitable to sleep in front of the fan you had to buy yourself at night). i'm not really complaining about the food (or lack of it). i'm not complaining about the fifteen minute walk to campus, or the many walks around campus. i'm pretty much content. because i did something great to get here. and i'm enjoying the little perks of independence. i have a good support. i've made a few good friends, the type you just click with within the first few minutes and you trust them and vice versa. i'm enjoying the strangeness of the classes and the intriguing subjects. i'm enjoying watching people pass by every day on campus. you make up little stories in your head, you observe their quirks and sometimes, they notice you noticing them. you get to know the cashier of your favourite cafe and ice cream shop.

its awesome really. i have a more or less secured job in Brunei when i graduate. my family is happy. my friends are moving on as well. i'm learning new stuff. the sweat and blood was worth it. and i know that certain people out there are proud of me. proud of us.





sometimes i still wish i was six years old though. =p




quality over quantity.