when the truth is...

Yesterday, Vee got my postcard that from Kota Kinabalu. She left a message for me on MSN -

biatch!!!!!!!! i luv ya luv ya very much
i received your kk postcard today!!!!!!

It made me smile. I think everyone should mail something to someone they care about every now and then, cuz getting stuff in the mail is seriously, so much fun.

Now, I'm working on a case study for Ethics about Sigmund and Ling (who is a boy, unlike my friend of the same name, who is a girl), which is why there are still no details about the surprise trip.

Late, late last night (or really, really early this morning), I remember thinking about my friends. And how much I miss them. And how much I'm looking forward to seeing them soon.


Song for a rainy afternoon - Warning Sign by Coldplay

...when the truth is, I miss you.

4.0

Our results were released on Monday, and I almost don't want to put this here, but because it's a historical moment of sorts...*pauses for effect*...here it is.

I got 4 A's for Biopsychology, Human Personality, Abnormal Psychology and Human Factors and Ergonomics..

Meaning that my GPA for last semester is a solid 4.0 <--- this has never happened before.

Contrary to popular belief, I have never had results like this. I think the one that threw me the most was Ab. Psych., especially since the other day we heard that no one got Annie's diagnosis correct except one person (she was in our case study).

But everything I bitched about was very, very real.


Biatches - details of my birthday are coming soon, I promise.

tribal surprises

Today we had our first Cross-Cultural Psychology lecture. I loved it.

Our really cool lecturer randomly divided us into four tribes. Hannah ended up with Nick and Viv, Ming Yan and Lavan ended up in the same group. I ended up with a bunch of people I've said approximately three words to (with the exception of one of them) in the two years I've been here.

But anyway.

Each tribe was assigned an identity they have to adopt for the duration of the semester. Ours was Extreme Individualism, which I didn't find a problem seeing as how I don't know the practically anyone in my group. We had to also come up with a tribe name (we chose The I-Me's, for obvious reasons...) and a tribe flag (one of them saw a lil sun thing I had drawn in my planner and liked it and that ended up being our flag). Then, adopting our identity, we were asked questions like what determined our self-esteem, and how we would react to a researcher wanting to study us. Some of my classmates really got into their roles, and it was quite scary! The Extreme Collectivism group answered one question in a chorus, and for another each person said one line. We did quite well ourselves :) So anyway, that was one of the most interesting classes I've ever attended.

It was a long, long day with a Student Council (dammit I forgot about the minutes!) meeting and a briefing for our undergrad thesis. But when I got home, I received a surprise which unless you already know by now, you'll just have to wait to hear about ;)

answer the phone

What do you do when missing people becomes almost a default emotional state? It's always there, just at varying degrees. You become used to it, but that doesn't make it easier.

Everything else feels transient. Fleeting. Temporary distractions.

It's like you're on hold, which isn't always a bad thing. It gives you time to space out for a bit, or gather your thoughts. Sometimes, you get to listen to music, although let's face it - it's high time we got rid of the irritating elevator jingles and played some real music. But sooner or later, the waiting just gets on your nerves. You think, Hurry UP already! You contemplate hanging up, but you know you won't. You just keep waiting. And waiting. And waiting.

Because the alternative, is nothingness.


*Answer the Phone is a song by Sugar Ray. Whatever happened to them? I think the reason behind this title was me randomly picking up the phone and dialing four hundred digits to talk to my cousin in New Zealand. She wasn't there.

it ends tonight

It's been a long, long day. I woke up and went to the gym while my brother was at his taekwondo class. Lunch was at Lake Club too, then I came home, had a quick shower (cuz i hate the changing rooms/showers in the club), then Mum and I went to Ikea and Ikano to pick some stuff up (another notice board for me and those really, really good biscuits from Sweden with jam in the center). When we got back, I made the chicken for dinner (tortilla wraps) and then it was time to leave again. My brother went for his tabla class so Mum and I went to the Buddhist temple in Brickfields while waiting for him, and ran some errands. I've been trying to go since Wesak Day, but it was weird - I felt nothing. An absence. But whatever.

When I got home, all I had time for was a quick shower before I made my dinner, then it was time for a really, really good episode of Grey's Anatomy. And somewhere along the line, I realized it was the last day of my so-called semester break. Maybe one that should have been spent doing nothing but lounging around the house...

thanking the music gods

It's a hot, hot afternoon and I'm in my room with the a/c on. I finished a book, and logged on cuz I was bored. And I've got music on shuffle now, and the most perfect songs are playing. It's everything I want to listen to. It's completely perfect for the sleepy mood I'm in.

All I Need by Mat Kearney.

Honey and the Moon by Joseph Arthur.

Miracle by the Foo Fighters.

How to Be Dead by Snow Patrol.

Home by Michael Bublé.

Perfection.

someone stop the clocks.

I slept in today, deciding to relish the tiny iota that's left of my so-called semester break. Then, I did nothing but watch tv and zap more humans. I've been having a major craving for Chinese food - Thai Fried Chicken in particular, so we went to Lake Club for dinner. We also had Butter Prawns which were amazing, and a broccoli, asparagus and tofu. On the way back home, we picked up The Devil Wears Prada, which I somehow managed to miss in the cinemas. The movie was okay...but the book was waaaay funnier.

I'm still tired. All the mornings I've slept in have evidently not been enough to recover. I am so not ready to go back to uni on Monday.

One good thing is that Mum bought these gorgeous, gorgeous mangoes in India. They taste like...okay, they're pretty amazing.

watercolors

An sms-convo late, late last night resulted in me waking up today morning with a very graphic image of sunset on a beach with a hammock. I lay in bed for a while, looking at the image in my mind. But then, I just had to get up and grab something for me to draw it. I found a sketchbook in my watercolor set, got back into bed and tried to put down on paper what I had seen. Later on, I turned the sketch into a little watercolor painting. I'm happy with everything but the hammock. Who knew they were such a bitch to paint?

But man, does artistic expression feel good or what.

today, i was an alien...

I spent about an hour today zapping KGB agents with my lazer gun thingy, and snatching the bodies of hippies.

Yes - me and our PS2 (named Beans) got reacquainted.

I wanted to continue playing Bully, which I started the last time I was on holiday, but something was wrong with it. It's completely ridiculous that I only play when I'm on holiday. That is going to change (something I always tell myself but it has yet to happen...). So I started playing Destroy All Humans 2 instead, after deciding that I wasn't in the mood to restart Prince of Persia 2.

ZzzzzzAP! Zap! Zap! I so missed it.

Later, I took the boys for dinner and a movie (The Number 23). It was a bit of a strange movie...I have two words to describe it but they're a bit rude so I won't put it up here, but you can ask me. If you've already watched it, check this out, which I figured out while driving home:

1 + 2 + 5 + 1 + 9 + 8 + 6 (my date of birth) = 32, which is 23 backwards.

You'd have to watch the movie to get that, but dum dum dum...lol :)