14 hours

I'm going to be leaving Toronto in 14 hours. In 3 years, I've grown rather fond of Toronto. Hm, I'm not sure about overseas students elsewhere, but one does get attached to a foreign city. I don't look forward (that much) to going back to Singapore even though it is considered home.

Every time I travel, I'm glad to get back to Toronto and the comforts this city provides. It's like the NDP video of 'Home' except that I feel comforted by the Maple Leaf flag (inside of Singapore Changi Airport).

I don't know. I don't know many people or have many close friends here in Toronto. But I'm genuinely fond of this place. I think it is the feeling Toronto provides. The city, as a whole, is welcoming. Most assume I'm Canadian even though I speak with a Singlish accent. People here are nice. I pay high taxes but I'm okay with it. (Oh gosh, I must have been brainwashed by the government!)

I've also taken to singing the Canadian national anthem. (Maybe I feel more strongly about it because the song is in English, I have no idea what Majulah Singapura means.)

How odd one can fall for a country. I have Canadian luggage tags on my luggage (Have you seen anyone with Singaporean tags??). My purin wears a Canadian sweater.

I'm upset that I'm leaving Toronto before Canada Day (1st July).

Canada is doing a darn good job at PR-ing. I don't see foreign students in Singapore being so fond of the country. Of course, I'm still some what patriotic (towards Singapore). After all, I've spent a great deal of time there. The things are familiar and the food is good.

But still, there's something in the Canadian air. I hope I'll be back one day. *fingers cross* May my pending residency go through.

Lots of stuff

I'm such a karang guni. I hate throwing out stuff. I'm moving and I have tons of stuff. Lots of things I'll never ever use/wear. But I won't throw them away. Sheesh.

I'm surprised I don't have much stuff to bring back to Singapore. Most of my stuff is bound for NYC.

At the rate I'm going, I'm going to be a jobless bum in Singapore. Sheesh. Maybe I should be more proactive and look for a job. But I just want a 2day/week job. I want the rest of the time to slack and shop when other unfortunate souls are out working.

Oh, and I want to eat horfun. *hungry*

Someone just told me OF is a nice guy. Haha. I find that funny. No one says I'm nice. *sulks*

This post is getting too random. Argh.

Sleepy

Hm, my visiting friend from Singapore just left. The house is slowly losing its occupants. I'm leaving soon too. Everyone is leaving Toronto.

Ah. I'm tired. And hungry.

It's a mad month. Convocation, travelling and assorted nonsense. Crazy. Really.

Lots of stuff is unfinished. My to-do list is yet to be completed.

I'm tired but I don't want to go back (to Singapore).

I want time to come to a standstill. I want days to pass more slowly. I want a chance to breathe.

The body is failing me

I've just returned from NYC. Feeling terrible. The horrid pollution, dirt, smoke and what-nots are KILLING MY BODY. Anyway, I'm confined to my home, filling myself with weird remedies and pills provided with my 'experienced' housemates. (Drink coconut juice, eat some funny thai powder in water..)

Nothing is working. The toilet is my best friend.

I got to buy myself like a humongous air purifier of some sort when I move to NYC. Maybe a humidifier too.

My tummy hurts. Horrid horrid.

At least I'm back in Toronto where the air is fresher and my bed is fluffier (and cleaner).

Overcompensation

I went to work today and that cell-phone signal measuring guy was still there. Does he have a life?

Then I got sick of doing my plankton-y work and went to have lunch with OF. I had some pretty decent Italian food. Yeah, found new place to eat.. and it is so close to my new apartment. Hola hola.

Okay, OF and I were blabbering nonsense as usually and I had yet another brilliant insight.

Insight: Short people (males) overcompensate by building up lots of muscle.

Hahaha. Yar, there are those tall muscular guys around.. but there seem to be lots of short bulky men. Hm, or maybe they look short because of all the excess muscle.

This is especially obvious if you look at the calves of short people. They are usually bigger than normal. I speculate that their muscles got squished into one big fat ball because their leg bones are not long enough.

I'm trying to find some pictures to demonstrate my point. ARgh. Will post them when I get them.

Oh. My Singapore friend is dropping by Toronto for a visit. Hola. The place is getting crowded.

And I thought my life was painful.

Okay, I just failed my driving test (again). I’m getting used to it. I have self-diagnosed myself with a very mild case of the disorder of the written expression + bad sensory-motor coordination. Ah.. the beauty of taking too many abnormal psychology courses: I keep finding out about problems with myself.

A friend just went: At least you are good at everything else (He’s probably implying something to do with academia). I rather be bad at driving and good at everything else.

But that is also so not true. =(
I want to be good at everything. (I’m not implying my grades are great, because they aren’t! *double =( =( * )

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At work, I saw this guy standing outside my office with some machine. My curiosity (kaypoh-ness*) got the better of me and I approached him to ask him what he is doing. Apparently, he’s measuring cell-phone signals. (Yes, I’m like -_-?!?!?!). He has to move a few feet and measure the signals in the different locations. It’s rather sad, I saw him measuring the floor with a measuring tape to get the exact location. So he stands in a location for 1 minute to measure signals and moves 2 steps to measure again. He’s been out there the ENTIRE afternoon doing this (seemingly retarded) thing. All for the sake of research… This I can’t get.

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How ironic, you probably need a PhD (smart people) to do such funny (stupid) research.

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There are sad people doing sad things for their work. I hope I don’t end up like the cell-phone signal measuring guy. Please please please. Keep my fingers cross. Okay, I fail my %#$&*#% driving test (Driving is making me VERY POOR, please donate funds to me.), but at least I’m not measuring cell-phone signals. Haha, maybe he likes his job. Who knows… but that is SO NOT my thing.

*kaypoh: Singlish, busybody-ness