Different

I have met up some friends of friends and we seemed so different. Maybe it's the environment or surroundings? Or the cold?

Yes, we can make conversation but other things.. like activities that we are keen on.. they are just SO different.

Or maybe it's just me.

I don't enjoy loud music, clubbing, spending too much $, drinking etc.

I'm such a goody two shoes. Sheesh.

It's simply so much more relaxing when I could spend time with those I'm closer to.

What's wrong with me? I'm always complaining about my lack of social life, yet when given a chance, I'm not that keen on interacting. Maybe I'm older, maybe I don't require quite so much affirmation from the society.

Gosh, my Toronto social circle is pathetic. It currently consists of 5, out of this, 2 are inanimate objects.

1. OF
2. Other housemate
3. Other housemate's date
4. Purin (stuffed animal lying on my bed)
5. TV (donated by a graduate student)

I'm turning into a boring antisocial nerd.
Sheesh. I'm off to comfort myself with my Purin.

Bored & needy

I've lots to do.. yet I'm bored.
I want some chocolate.

miss good chocolate

Odd comparisons

Well well.. a friend of mine told me (or maybe it's because I overheard because I was sitting next to her) that she was participating in some pageant. It's strange but I want to join too? Gosh, it's odd even typing these words. I guess I like the idea of some sort of confirmation of one's physical appearance. I mean, growing up plagued with physical insecurities didn't make me oh-so-self-confident. I don't know. My some-what tormented childhood filled with teasing and little admirers left me with a fragile ego that could not repaired by the (fair number? of) potential suitors that I encountered in my early adulthood. (details in another blog entry, perhaps.)

Sheesh... Conflicts conflicts... Yet there is the pain, nope, not really pain, more of discomfort (and probably more ego shattering) of participating and getting rejected. No one wants to fail. Oh gosh, would I one day regret as the window of opportunity closes? I would no longer be, say, under 24/25 in a few years time.

GOsh, I worry and ponder over the darnest thing. Why do I want everything to be perfect!?!

Older and wiser?

Okay.. I'm offically an Adult. Erk! Gross. Now I'm suppose to be responsible for myself. Birthday went by pretty uneventfully. I had cake and stuff, went up the CN tower for lunch.. bummed around. Oh yar, and OF gave me a Tiff & Co. necklace. That's good. Hehe. Always wanted a blue box.

I want to relax and slack.. but as usual, it's not possible.
I've finally conned/convinced OF to go off to London & Paris with my for xmas vacation... So that's a hell lot of planning to do...

As usual, like how things usually work out (badly), my exam will end on the 19Dec... kindly ruining my chances of going to London on a cheaper and more direct flight. DArn it. Nevermind, I can take UA and go to the States and change planes and get stuck at customs.. @#(*@)(#

Darn the security. Hate inefficiencies.

Hypochondriac

I've been worrying about my health. My breathing seems labored and I'm always tired. I don't want to be stressed out. I just want to rest.

Maybe I'm just lazy.

Lazy, lazy me.

I just want to rest.

Alluding to something

The recent brouhaha about an 18 year old blogger is really disturbing. I shall not mention names for I feel she had her share of attention (and I fear my blog gets slammed for no particular reason). It's pretty sickening (for me anyway) to read all those nasty comments people had about her, insulting her looks, family, upbringing... I guess I'm for a more tolerant and forgiving society... and please, she's 18. Yes, if you think she's morally corrupt and what's not, so be it. It doesn't reflect well on society (or people?) that so many seem so keen to bring about her demise.

It just seems frightening that people kick up a fuss over incidents without much thought. It is harsh (to me *Why am I quantifying all my comments*) that all this is going on without any regard for her feelings. How would people really react if this was to happen in real life (i.e. in a conversation)? I guess it's wouldn't get so ugly.

People are always so angry for all the wrong reasons.

Hm, I've learnt that people are dissatisfied about their lives and some people are really mean. I'm leaving my blog at this. For I fear further ranting would get me into trouble. But I'm assuming (like her) that not many people read my blog (which unlike her, unfortunately is true)... So if you're someone who just happened to wander upon my blog, it's just food for thought. Pray, leave the girl (and me) in peace.

This week

It has been some time since I've last blogged and nothing much has changed. I'm still confused. Still deciding. Work or grad school....
Today, I cooked fish, it turned out pretty good. The fish is darn cheap too, thanks to the Chinatown supermarket near my place. I wanted to cook because I didn't want to study. Argh, I had a terrible Law & Economics test today, and I wanted to do something different...
My thoughts are flying all over the place. Anyway, one interesting thing that happened to me this week. OF stabbed me with the blunt edge of a kitchen knife. It was an accident, or so it seems. One second, I was hovering around the kitchen sink and the next second, I'm tearing. OF asked me whether I was crying in shock or in pain... It wasn't that painful, but it was kind of freaky... I mean, how often does one get stabbed in the hand. For those curious few who are reading this, I didn't get hurt or anything. Just a tiny 7mm mark on the back of my right hand, directly over one of my veins.
Okay, that's the highlight of my week, steaming fish and getting stabbed by OF.

Bad blogger

Okay.... I think I'm a bad blogger. I write boring nonsense that no one really wants to read. Hm, why such comments? I've been reading my brother's blog and my friends' blogs and they are all A LOT more interesting than mine. I guess my life is boring.
It's pretty uneventful now. I sit around with my research papers in front of me... (it still is).. But I'm surfing, reading CNN, nosing through peoples' blogs, playing games.. you get the point... Internet is a bad bad thing...

Anyway, I was having this conversation with OF about PRESENTS FOR my 21st Birthday!! In short, he wanted to know what I want... and I didn't know exactly what I wanted.. so I gave him some oh-so-rough guidelines.
1. Try not to disappoint.
2. Try not to get something that I will get for myself. If I wanted it that badly, I would probably have bought it.
3. The gift should come as a surprise.
4. The gift should be valued for $.
5. Don't buy something too practical (e.g. camera battery). It shouldn't be too inpractical too (e.g. vase).
6. The gift should make other girl friends jealous. (really jealous is good) The sort of gift that would cause other girls to shoot evil looks at their partners.
7. The gift should signify the importance of the receiver. (Girls probably like flowers because they like the idea that their partners would spend ridiculous amounts of moola on something that serves no purpose and dies fast.)

Summary: Impress, don't disappoint.

Okay, I got to go read my research papers to make myself feel somewhat productive. Or maybe I'll just go sleep... Hm...

What do I do next?

The time has come for me to decide how I am to embark on my life. I'm graduating in 7 months and within the next couple of weeks, I got to set my mind on doing whatever I want to do for the next few years. Why the hurry? (considering the fact that I have 7 more months of school... ) BECAUSE ALL THE DEADLINES FOR EVERYTHING IS DUE IN A COUPLE OF DAYS/ months. I mean, I guess I could wait until I graduate before I go about looking for a job... but that sounds plain stupid when all the recruitment is happening now. (I'm already 2 weeks late in the job thing).

And should I go to graduate school? Do I really like research? Should I get my masters? Is my current arts/sci degree enough? I don't know. I'm not super keen in research. I find it okay, I-can-deal-with-it sort of okay. But is it enough enthusiasm for one to do a 6-7years PhD? (I'm probably whiny over the fact that my psych & GRE grades suck.)

Hm, how about a MAs? Is it that important to get at least a MA? Probably, since I'm only holding some arts/sci degree.

Work? What should I do?
I don't want to be stuck here when all the happening stuff is going on in New York. And how am I going to get a job in New York!?

Oh yar, should I stay in Toronto, go back Singapore, go to the States, go someone else? OF is still going to be stuck in Toronto for another year... but do I really want to stay here for long?

Questions, frustration, irritation. I guess I don't have a choice. I've got to make some sort of decision within this time frame that will determine my life (or for a few years at least).

Finally

After finding out that I do not have the prerequisites of being in one of my classes, I madly emailed the lecturer in hopes that he would grant me a space. UNfortunately, he didn't reply. (Later, I found that he doesn't reply to those whom he rejected their requests.)

ARgh! But, somehow, after speaking up in class today, (by which I mean talking a LOT), he allowed me to stay. What a relief. Considering that I got throw out of my course advisor's office for moving a chair to sit when I tried to get her to waive the prerequisite. @(#*&*%#*. Odd cranky old hag (OCOH).
Which comes to this other theory I have. Side note: I have to come up with three hypothesis for one of my labs.

Anyway, back to the point, I was whining to my housemates about the OCOH and I figured that unmarried or people without kids end up as OCOHs (OCOH applies to both males/females, the male version could be Odd Cranky Old Hog?). I seem have met a fair amount of them in my 16 years of schooling, they are usually teachers. Ha! Why? I don't know.

Another friend who was listening to my gripes about the course-advisor OCOH mentioned that maybe such people have poor sex lives. Possibly, I simply cannot imagine someone wanting to be that intimate with someone who is so cranky at life...

OCOHs are usually cranky and they vent their life dissatisfaction at you. Please, go vent at some inanimate object, hit a beanbag or something. They are either sadists or grumpy-er (people who enjoy being grumpy, haha, a more appropriate word should be masochist, but that just brings to mind leather jackets and whips. And this image doesn't seem to fit with that of the OCOHs.) I can't understand why they enjoy being so mean to others, I don't see how someone can be happy if they make others miserable. (this is probably OCOHs’ life goal)

Being a good scientist (or a good science student), I should quantify this by saying that not ALL unmarried-wo kids-past middle age people are OCOHs. But a lot of them are. So, maybe we should all try to get hitch and/or get a good sex life and/or adopt or produce some kid. Suggestions from my not-so-scientific hypothesis.

Irrelevant nonsense

I'm typing this as I've never been to me plays in the background. A friend from a long time ago showed me a video of the song and I think it's a nice song... so I'm listening to it.

Was musing over various odd stuff these days. Darn, blame the stresses in life.

My not so creative self will now tell you some not so important fact that I came up with.

I've decided that very good looking people look good even when they are not smiling. Average or more average looking people look better when they smile.

I've decided to classify myself in the latter category after staring into the mirror without smiling. Darn it.

I shall seek comfort in the fact that I look better smiling!

Hehe. *smile*

Back to school

Once again I'm back in school doing ecky school-y stuff. Back to the same old routine: work, study, lab, sleep, eat. The usual.
Lots to study, weird chaotic final year for me.
University is almost over for me. It's fast eh? I'm 2/3 done, 4 more credits to go and I'm out of here. To the ecky working world or to graduate school.
Arghly, argh.

Too much things to do, too little time to think. --> bad university life

=(

and oh, my printer is crappy (irrelevant fact).

double =(

Italy in pictures

Florence: Marble replica of David

Venice: Ponte degli Scalzi (some famous bridge?)

Florence: Arno River

Venice: Piazza San Marco (according to OF, mistakes attributed to him)

Venice: Some cute dog that I followed around

Cinque Terre: The sight after a 1.5hr @)(#*@)(# hike

Milan: Piazza del Duomo

Pisa: Leaning Tower

Venice: Burano

Rome: Colosseum at night

back

It has been 5 weeks. I'm finally home in Toronto. Back home to my fluffy bed and air conditioning. Time seems to have gone by really fast. I’m very much poorer but the experience has been great. Gross and disgusting at times, but overall, it’s a memorable trip.

It’s an overseas education during an overseas education (if you get what I mean). 5 weeks to cram in European Regional Economics, 5 weeks to travel, 5 weeks away from civilization (and all those morbid terrorist/war news). I felt I’ve learnt a lot, but I simply cannot articulate what I’ve learnt. It’s kind of odd, to feel so enriched yet not be able to write any of it down.

Maybe it’s the traveling and the lack of internet access. Maybe it’s just the getting away from the usual routines of work and life. I don’t know. I guess it’s not that relevant now that I’m back in Toronto, back to the realities of life.

I like going away. It changes priorities, makes you look at the world differently. It takes you away from fluffy pillows and put you with fleas. It allows you to let things go, to take things easy and appreciate life. It makes you so tired, that you ask yourself again: Why am I doing this?

But now, it’s back to Toronto, back to reality and back to the world.

Last week

1 more week, slightly less than 1 week in fact. I'll be leaving this Tuscan region go return to the Artic regions of Canada, Toronto.
Freezing bad weather. Not yet, but winter will come soon.
Sheesh.

I got to remember to eat Tiramisu tomorrow. I heard it's invented here in Siena.

Too hard to blog. Just got chased off computer just now.

Another day.

Options

1 more day of class and then my finals. For some reasons unknown, I kept getting emails concerning work and/or lab. Sheesh, I'm stuck here in Italy and everyone wants me to go back to hand in some report, summary or work. I got an email from my old banking job wanting me to go back to work part time.
Sheesh.

What should I do after graduation. I have a couple of options (not in order of preference):
1. Go graduate school, do a Phd/MA
2. Go Japan and teach English
3. Go back to Singapore and work
4. Go sponge off my brother/parents and go on another prolong holiday
5. Go find a job in Canada, Toronto

Option 2 always come across as odd to people who know me. I guess it is because I can't speak Japanese. But I kind of fell in love with Tokyo after visiting it last summer. Nice, clean, efficient. Good sushi, cute toys (Purin), great shows (Hard Gay Ramen). How can I not love such a city. But if I am to be realistic, I would probably be posted to some ulu town in Japan if I go there and teach. Sheesh. It's the only place that I visited that I hope to return. I'm DARN sick of Italy and fleas now!!!

Okay, I'm getting too hungry to type more.

Off to 'mensa' for lunch. The school cafeteria is called mensa. Odd name, the first time I heard it, I thought it was the high IQ club, Mensa.

Okay, off topic and hungry.

Till another day.

Argh.... Lab reports due

For those who are uninformed and for some weird reason or other... not know me, yet read my blog, I worked for 2 professors for credit and for money.
Anyway, I have been stuck in Siena for 1 month and just received an email from 1 professor that a lab summary is due on the 28 August. Which is like today.
I just found out.
ARgh, off to do lab report before continuing my blog...

Just finished 2nd test

My second test for my class is just over...
Feeling quite tired, I want to go home and sleep but ... as usual.. I can't.
Need to plan hotels, tickets etc for my weekend trip to Genova and Cinque Terra.

I have just received news that my lost sandles would not be found... argh.. my nice, new teva sandles.... sheesh... even though they might be fungi causing shoes...

Just found out that the Lebanon war is still on.. It has been around 1 month since I left Toronto and they are still fighting...

Well, well.. I'll just go on my holidays and leave all these nasty stuff alone..

Siena.... 2 more weeks

I have 2 weeks left in Italy... then back to Toronto to slack for a week before school starts...
Need to disappear off the radar so no one can locate me ... need to rest in my fluffy bed for 1 week and eat har2 gao3.. and study my GRE which I hardly touched in Italy.
Hoping to go whale watching this weekend... that is if I successfully get the tickets....
Quite sick of Italy already.. guess it is because my residence is not all that comfortable...
Yesterday.. I killed a FLEA with my pencil lead container, picked up some dead mosquito bug and this morning I squished some big flea-mosquito insect with OF's clock....
Argh. and OF is not keen on cleaning up the room... actually.. I'm not very keen on cleaning too...
There's actually quite a lot of interesting stuff to blog about... but I don't really have easy access to internet... I guess I might talk more about my trip during my 1 week of hibernation..
Till then I guess...
*Whales calling out to me*

In Siena...

I have been in Siena for around 3 weeks....
Using school computer with Italian keyboard... not all that used to it...
Been to lots of places.... Venice, Milan, Pisa... some small Tuscan towns..
Going to Rome in 2 hours.
Argh. Need to go home and pack.
I am drinking obsence amount of alcohol here.... cos it is free/cheap...
Place is basic but okay...
Taking LOTS of pictures...
Feel so disconnected with rest of the world...
I spend my days eating gelato, travelling....
no time for news....