wine gums!

It makes me think of wine- guzzling denture-less old folks, don’t ask me why. But am totally hooked onto them. One or two a day, TOPS. But it’s nice to chew on, and read my readings with. Got it from Poundland, where everything goes for a pound. I bought a pillow there, for a pound too! Nice and fluffy.

Popped into Tesco round the corner, and got some nice ravioli for dinner. Two huge packs for two pound fifty, on sale, which could, safely, last me 4 meals. One packet is HUGE. Basmati Rice here sucks, it’s so plasticky and disgusting, I refuse to finish the packet which I’ve just bought. I want my Thai Flying Man Rice. ):

Been doing my readings for Week one. I have minimum lessons, like TOPS 8 hours of lessons a week. That’s non- existent. I remember having 3 hours of Krishna in the morning, 3 hours of SIC in the afternoon, and that was like 6 hours of lesson in one day, whereas here, it’s 8 hours of lessons in one WEEK. And that’s for my busiest week. ARGH.

Anyhow, this place is filled with nice, cheap food. Tesco, Sommerfield, Sainsbury, etc etc. Argos is there for my householdy stuff, and yea, many shops to choose from near City Hall. I’m still in love with my strawberries, have yet to try the peaches! That shall be next. (:

This picture I took was of my pot of flowers, which I got at the City Centre. Very pretty, and makes my room look so much more homely. I like this room a lot! It’s cosy, just nice for one person, and so much different from when I first stepped in. My flatmates are great, really funny! And Nicky’s doing the same subjects as me, but she’s in the Criminology department, a little different from mine. But oh wells! Someone to bitch about work and school to, and someone who’d understand me.

I have barely touched my rice cooker here! I’ve been cooking pasta with loads of yummy stuff like mushrooms, turkey, onions and garlic. Salt is really really really cheap here. A huge bottle only costs me 27p. That’s cheap. I think it can last me the entire school year till I get home. And yoghurt’s cheap too! Tesco’s house brand has it at 17p for a tub. 0_0

So, groceries aren’t that expensive here. (: And I’m good at looking for cheap stuff. HAHA. My indulgences are my newspapers, which I need to get everyday. The local borough newspaper sucks though. There’s NOTHING to read in it. The Times and the Gaurdian are so much better. ): I shall stick to those from now on. Never get the Sheffield papers. It’s so… community. haha. And real thin. No nice things to read.

Anyways, I shall be taking more pictures, and posting them up.

-smiles-

I hear crazy people downstairs going nuts and drinking. I think they’re watching football or something. haha. Anyways, some pictures! Actually only two so far that I really like.

The way to the airport was awfully hilly! And oh so pretty. It’s really true blue English country side, with cows and sheep dotting the pastures and feasting on the green grass. It’s autumn right now, so all the trees are full of golden brown leaves.

OH, and I’m in love with the strawberries here. (:

The picture says it all (:

A new life!

I’ve finally reached Sheffield, and have moved into my hostel without much trouble. A small cosy room awaited me, and an even tinier toilet, but well, it’s my room, and I think it’s really nice. (:

I’ve got 3 really cool flatmates! Becky, a native English girl, Nicky, an Irish girl from Belfast, and Chen Ge, a Chinese girl from Xin Jiang, and they’re all pretty friendly. Got my webcam set up, my internet set up, my bedding settled, and this room is beginning to look more like a room. ((:

Sheffield’s really nice, always a little breeze blowing. But when it get really cold, IT’S REALLLLY COLD. The wind seems to eat into your bones, -shivers-. Will post up pictures when I’m less jet-lagged, and less tired. And less ache-ish. So toodles. (:

It is the day

that I finally head over to the United Kingdom. When I was packing just, I was suddenly overcome by this…. fear, like what if I miss my connecting flight, what if I have to spend a bomb on a taxi to Sheffield, what IF I get lost? So many “What- ifs?” crowd the little space in my head. AH, scary.

I’ve never done this, never ever. Going to a foreign country alone, by myself for 13 hours all by myself (cue sad, melodramatic music!), and settling everything all by myself. It’s throwing me into the deep end, where I’ve got to learn to be self- sustainable, and know how to adapt to new situations.

I guess it’d be good! And I’m super inspired and geared up to start on the new year of law. It should be fun! Though, I’d miss the familiar sight of Glen writing furiously beside me, or Patrick picking at his beard with his pincer thing. Everytime I see my books, or notes, I can’t help but recollect the days of frantic studying.

It’s going to be a start of stepping outside my comfort zone, my familiar surroundings, and changing it to a landscape of fish and chips, and mad cows. Of course, I’m horribly generalizing, haha, but seriously, when I think of UK, that’s what comes to mind. The powers of stereotypes.

Leaving all my friends here is going to be hard for me. Leaving all my family here, is going to be even harder. Especially when family ’s also my friend, and when my friends’re my family. My dad, my mother, my sister, which I’m not going to see till the 6th of next year, and also, my cat who’s become such a vital part of my house. OH MAN, I miss my MIAOSIE already. It’d be hard, dealing with the distance, but I hope I can cope! With MSN, and Skype, and Facebook, yes, I think it’d be ok. *crosses fingers*

Just took a moment to stare out the window, and yea I think I’d miss the blue skies here, the swaying Palm trees outside my living room, and the white fluffy clouds.
I’d miss my cat next to me, sleeping ever so soundly.
I’d miss my dearest roo and honeybuns, who mean the WORLD to me.
I’d miss my parents, I’d miss my aunt, my cousins, my everything.
I’d miss annie, my lovely korean half- sister who’s given me so many wonderful memories.
I’d miss my friends, from secondary school, right to sic.
I’d miss hanging out with ra, sean, and caroline.
I’d miss it here in Singapore, no matter how sucky this place may be sometimes.
I’d miss even going to Plaza Sing, which I also spend my day out at everytime I go out.

But it’s a whole new world for me out there, and I’m going to make the best out of it. (: Will be back in Singapore on the 6th of July! (:

Singaporeans amaze me sometimes.

The taxi queue at Suntect Tower 4 today was one hell of a queue. It took me close to 50 minutes just to get a cab. And that’s no thanks to irritating, cow- headed, shitty Singaporeans who were standing in line with me. And also, much appreciation has to be given to stupid taxi- drivers who literally stop in the middle of the taxi stand to wait for passengers.

I think the award for the MOST IRRITATING SINGAPOREAN TAXI AWAITEE goes to this man, who was incidentally loading his groceries, ONE BAG AT A TIME, into the taxi boot, whilst yakking incessantly on his little radiation- emitting machine lodged almost permanently into the space between his shoulder and ear. He should have just soldered the damned handphone directly to his pudgy little ear, that’d probably allow him to place his damned grocery bags at a faster pace into the boot. So, I was shamelessly staring at his amazing haste, and lightning speed at which he was taking the bags out of the trolley, and at the pace at which he was placing it in the back. And also, not to forget, the inhuman velocity at which he pushed the trolley to return it for his stupid one- dollar coin. And this was all done with the entire queue of people staring at him, and listening as he was exclaiming about something undoubtedly very “interesting” to whoever who was fortunate enough to be on the receiving end of his pretentious laughter and gay mannerisms. This, in the cycle of events, caused a massive jam in the already minuscule taxi bay, and as such, caused a massive jam outside in the Suntec Circle, that roundabout road which surrounds the big- ass Fountain of Wealth.

-sighs- how Singapore can it get from this. It’s like inconsideration, and pig- headedness all rolled up into one ball of stupid, insensitive and a pathetic excuse of a human being.

And the trains. Oh god, don’t even get me started. I got a lot of weird stares today at City Hall MRT, where I was getting off the train. And when I tried to get off, there was a throng of people waiting outside, and with like, the width of half a small human for people to pass through. And so I exclaim, “WOW, it’s not like the train is going to leave soon right? Why the hell is EVERYONE standing right in the middle of disembarking passengers, and blocking everyone’s way?”. Well, at least some people had the face and the decency to look embarrassed, and move, albeit a few centimetres away from the centre, aside, but the most infuriating thing was that the people who stood there, and didn’t move an inch or even acknowledge the snide remarks from me were people who were, to me, quite young. At least, the old uncle there almost in the middle moved aside. I seriously doubt how Singapore’s going to survive with such stupid young people. By young, I mean those in the range of 14- 16 years of age. I don’t mind being stared at, or being tsk-ed at when I say something I hate about the surroundings around me. But well, there’s so many things that I run into in an outing or just a simple trip home that I can’t help but be so disgruntled over.

No wonder Singaporeans are rated internationally as people who least have sex. Too stressed la outside, how to?

Because, just because.

I love the way she waits up for me when I come home late.

I love the way she sleeps beside me when dawn breaks.

I love the way she always lovingly brushes along my calf, mewing happily.

I love the way she always expects me to give her something to eat when I’m eating.

I love the way she sticks her little pink tongue out, and licks up a cold dollop of ice cream.

I’d always love her, the lazy, silly cow that she is. (:

Was supposed to

leave tonight, but, my Visa got delayed even more, and thus, explains my inability to get onto that flight out of here to London, and further to Manchester. But! I’d be leaving on the 25th, which gives me a lot more time to properly get into the mood to head over. But the draw back is that I think I’d have to go on my own, which sucks. ):

A lot of stuff to reschedule, but a lot more time to get it done.

Anyhow, just got back from a steamboat/ bbq/ teppanyaki at Monica’s place. Her kitten was SO SO CUTE! Mika, was its name. It was so HYPER, and bouncing all about happily, playing with its toy hanging from a chair. AW, -melts-

I wish I had the chance to see Miaosie when it was a little kitty. -sighs-

choices choices Choices.

I was writing out my packing list, and it’s looking to be quite a lot. -sighs- Now, I’m planning what shoes to bring over. I’m wearing a pair of track shoes onto the plane, and also, it’s impossible to wear any open toed stuff there, especially in autumn and winter. Quite a sian thing to do, looking at all the shoes, but having no idea which ones to bring.

Definitely bringing a pair of track shoes, also a pair of formal ones for suit purposes. One Gold peep toe one for fun/ dinners/ and what nots. One pumps for normal wear, and another black kittenish heeled one for usual wear too. I think that should do it. Looking at it all, I think it’s pretty impossible to pack everything, especially my guide books, notes, and textbooks. I’d be doing Contract Law, Law of Tort, Public Law, and Understanding Law (I suppose this is CLRI?) there, so I guess, I’d be quite alright for three of the four subjects, and yea, I can leave more energy for Law of Tort. (:

I was hoping we could do Jurispudence in my first year. Oh wells. I think that’s last.

I better go and keep stock of what I’ve bought so far for school and living. Knowing me, I’d forget this, and that. A lot of finance stuff to finish plotting for, BLAH! I wish I was still studying with Patrick and Glen. ): But since I was given this chance, I should take it. It’d be a good learning experience, that’s for sure.

On a side note, the third book in this series by Stephenie Meyer is FINALLY OUT! Absolutely love vampire stories.

Goodnight, Children.

Another stack of forms and instructions just arrived (AGAIN!) in the mail, and I’ve been fretting over the SIMPLY mind boggling things I have to do before I leave, and stuff like that. My mind’s positively killing me.

Friday was my farewell thingie with the people from MJ, all so close and dear to my heart. Mains at Bakerzin, and after, dessert at Cafe Cartel. I was, as usual, pretty insane (like I always am!), but deep down, I was filled with immense sentimentality and longing. It’s always hard to part with something that makes you happy, that makes you who you are, and those who have made such a significant impact in your life. Seriously, I had my best years in MJ, and till now, I still do think that way.

Hanabi today with Anru, Michelle, and Will, Anru’s friend. And after Ice Cube at Gardens.

I was looking at my luggage, and it’s scarily empty. I think I should really get down to packing up for my Great Move. It’s all in bits and pieces. OH SHIT, I should really get a check list. AH. OK. It shall be ready in half an hours time. I promise myself. (:

whee. OK night. (:

It’s been such a

whirlwind of activity right now. The dratted original letter from Sheffield (FINALLY!) arrived today, so that leaves me only a measly 4 working days to get my visa done. -prays with all my might that I’d be fine with the applications!!)

Will be leaving on the 19th of September, on BA 12, taking off at 10.55pm. I’m filled with this sense of anticipation, yet, mingled with fear, and unfamiliarity.

Another week to go. Time’s really flying! ): I wish I had more time to soak in this packing mode, but -sighs- who ask the UOL results to come out so late. And if all goes well there, I’d be back on the 6th of July next year. I haven’t even gone over, and yet I’m looking forward to coming back. hahahaha.

Jaslin’s arranged for a farewell thingie on Friday, and OH MAN, I’m so touched. (And I know you’d be reading this, so here’s a big big Thank you from the bottom of my heart!) I’d miss going to Myanmar with you this year, even though it’s not even confirmed that you’re going. HAIYAH, Next time you come find me in UK ok? -hugs- love you! (:

Patrick and Glen also coming on wednesday, to give me hug- hugs before I go. Sweet la, them both. They’d be going to do their Bar in England, so I’d still have the chance to study with them. I’d miss them so much, especially Patrick and Glen.

Shit, I haven’t left, and I’m going on and on about how I’d miss everyone. OK. no more such thoughts. -grimaces-

p.s: It is fun shopping for winterwear!

I miss Silly!

I kinda miss Silly the little python. It was fun keeping it for a pet, for that short span of a week.

Anyways, confirmed out on here on the 19th. It’s only 10 days away (!!!!!!), so soon.

Lionel’s birthday party was a blast. (: Happy Birthday to you again!

He looked really really happy.

I just realized I’m spending my 21st overseas. so sad.

I can’t seem to type in proper paragraphs today.

Don’t know why….. -whines-

Anyhow, off to do laundry.. bye!

down to business.

OK. am leaving on the 19th, at night. Taking the 2055 flight to London, Heathrow, where I’d transit to Manchester. and after, to Shef.

Bought a BIG-ASS luggage, and winter wear. (:

leaving (tentatively) on the 20th

Wow. I’m going to be leaving in about 17 days. From now. It’s so scary.

A lot of things to prepare, but most of the admin is done. I needa get my confirmation letter. Go down and get my Visa done by this week. And, that’s it.

Hostel is booked, just sent in letter. Confirmation of conditional offer is done. HMM, I’ve got most of my things settled. Just need to start plotting about money and that’s it. Oh yea, luggage.

Wow, I think I’m really going to miss Singapore a lot.

Silly the Little Snake.

Named the little python Silly (: It’d be with me till Thursday, when I send it to the zoo to live with the big ones. haha. It’s little box is now filled with leaves and twigs I’ve found, and it’s nestled cosily in it. It’s so cute! and it doesn’t really move much when I carry it. Hee. My dad asked if we could keep it. Told him he was mad and that no one would want to take care of it when I’m gone. So yea, that’s it for that idea. haha.

laa.