a Journey

I get the blues every Tuesday when I realize that I have to make my way back to Timbaktu Hostel. NTU is far-out. I don't mean this in the sense that it is a radical, mind-blowing funky skool. I mean it in the sense that it is located so far west, I am closer to JB than I am to 99% of Singapore's civilization. If ever you wish to know the value of a good location, come stay a week with me in NTU. Maybe then you'd have a better appreciation of land prices in 'prime location' i.e. the heart of civilization.

Home comforts: 

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my Yaya's cooking. It rawks my aappetite. At home, I eat proper meals, simply cos they taste way better than the junk I usually subsist on in skool (oreos, chocolate, kopi-si-kosong). In skool, I don't know how they call half the food they sell there, well,  food.

my lovely bed. I can roll around in it, hug all my stuffies w/o worrying about falling off the bed. I pity my roomie cos I tend to throw things in my sleep and kick around a lot when stressed (i.e. majority of the school term). I think the reason she places a net around her bed is more than to keep mosquitoes out. I'm sure its a viable defence shield of sorts against my flying pillows. *blushes*

having friends and family so nearby. I miss the gurls so much when I'm there; I feel so isolated. I hate the fact that going out and coming back in again is so darn tedious. plus the fact that I'm so darn lazy. I miss having waffles with Fir on Tues nites! I miss Siglap so much on a Tues nite! *pouts* oh well.