This is the last night of RCP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, this very moment, I realise that once I wake up tomorrow, do my IPPT, I will be done, done and over. Woooooo hoo.
Past few days, I've been working out to try to better my IPPT scores, which is quite hard really, because like the onset of a mid-life crisis, my fitness hasn't really gone back to what it used to be. But never mind, it's ok. It's a challenge. See how tomorrow.
Past few days, I've done more math than two years of JC combined. SAT II Math is actually not HARD. Cornell, you are my girl. I slog for you and my fingers run the calculator just for you.
There's this Masters programme at NTU. A collaboration between CORNELL and NTU, a course called hospitality management. I was crazy the morning my father showed me the article. But then I realised it was a Masters. No Bachelors. Then I realised, after considering and weighing the benefits of a joint programme like this versus a pure degree from US, I WILL OPT FOR US. It has to happen. The independent living, the feeling of receiving a parcel with Singaporean goodies, the cosmopolitan living environment, jumping around in tutorial with active discussion, writing till the cows come home, in a country where there are real seasons.
Yesterday, my Army buddies came down to visit! It was damn nice. My favourite muffins from chocolat and spice (piping hot still, courtesy of Wilson Ong), my favourite ice mocha with pearl (courtesy of 1SG Desmond), cha siew sou, portugese egg tarts, chips, tea, waffle biscuits, brownies. Can you imagine how much food there was! Almerick "Negligent Discharge" and Marcus "Sadistic Commando" and I looked in disbelief.
What really made my day was that MY SECTION came. It was absolutely out of the world, trust me, I wasn't expecting it. My section! Somemore got muffins all the way from SHUN FU. ICE MOCHA! What the hell? Foxtrot Wing suddenly became a sort of old folks' home, with the visiting, the stoning of Almerick, Marcus and me, the feeding. This morning, we got Big Breakfast from LTA Halek, KFC from Tiong Soon. It was just bursting, brimming, awash with food and of course, with the sentiments that really counted.
It's funny and thrilling to know that I am starting to have favourites, like mocha and muffins and family....Whenever I was faced with wannabe surveys that kept asking who your best friend is, what is your favourite movie is, I don't exactly squirm, but I do not have the answers to those questions. But I'm beginning to see what I really like, or beginning to slim down life's many options, to reveal something surprising, thrilling. It's like a life report that you've always wanted to start writing finally found something enlightening to document.
I do believe that I have contracted unknowingly this condition which I think is scientifically valid somewhere in the doctor's file. Eating disorder? I don't know, obsession with food? I don't know. It's just a bad habit I suppose, but recently it's growing into proportions that scares me and my stomach. I keep looking out for leftovers, "koping" a pinch of otah from my buddy's plate, scraping a dump of long beans that didn't deserve someone else's contempt. And it's getting to the point that I have to make a conscious effort to hold back, to moderate my pangs and desires, to stop looking perverse in a non-sexual manner.
Ok, but it's still ok. I'm going home. :)
Yes, this very moment, I realise that once I wake up tomorrow, do my IPPT, I will be done, done and over. Woooooo hoo.
Past few days, I've been working out to try to better my IPPT scores, which is quite hard really, because like the onset of a mid-life crisis, my fitness hasn't really gone back to what it used to be. But never mind, it's ok. It's a challenge. See how tomorrow.
Past few days, I've done more math than two years of JC combined. SAT II Math is actually not HARD. Cornell, you are my girl. I slog for you and my fingers run the calculator just for you.
There's this Masters programme at NTU. A collaboration between CORNELL and NTU, a course called hospitality management. I was crazy the morning my father showed me the article. But then I realised it was a Masters. No Bachelors. Then I realised, after considering and weighing the benefits of a joint programme like this versus a pure degree from US, I WILL OPT FOR US. It has to happen. The independent living, the feeling of receiving a parcel with Singaporean goodies, the cosmopolitan living environment, jumping around in tutorial with active discussion, writing till the cows come home, in a country where there are real seasons.
Yesterday, my Army buddies came down to visit! It was damn nice. My favourite muffins from chocolat and spice (piping hot still, courtesy of Wilson Ong), my favourite ice mocha with pearl (courtesy of 1SG Desmond), cha siew sou, portugese egg tarts, chips, tea, waffle biscuits, brownies. Can you imagine how much food there was! Almerick "Negligent Discharge" and Marcus "Sadistic Commando" and I looked in disbelief.
What really made my day was that MY SECTION came. It was absolutely out of the world, trust me, I wasn't expecting it. My section! Somemore got muffins all the way from SHUN FU. ICE MOCHA! What the hell? Foxtrot Wing suddenly became a sort of old folks' home, with the visiting, the stoning of Almerick, Marcus and me, the feeding. This morning, we got Big Breakfast from LTA Halek, KFC from Tiong Soon. It was just bursting, brimming, awash with food and of course, with the sentiments that really counted.
It's funny and thrilling to know that I am starting to have favourites, like mocha and muffins and family....Whenever I was faced with wannabe surveys that kept asking who your best friend is, what is your favourite movie is, I don't exactly squirm, but I do not have the answers to those questions. But I'm beginning to see what I really like, or beginning to slim down life's many options, to reveal something surprising, thrilling. It's like a life report that you've always wanted to start writing finally found something enlightening to document.
I do believe that I have contracted unknowingly this condition which I think is scientifically valid somewhere in the doctor's file. Eating disorder? I don't know, obsession with food? I don't know. It's just a bad habit I suppose, but recently it's growing into proportions that scares me and my stomach. I keep looking out for leftovers, "koping" a pinch of otah from my buddy's plate, scraping a dump of long beans that didn't deserve someone else's contempt. And it's getting to the point that I have to make a conscious effort to hold back, to moderate my pangs and desires, to stop looking perverse in a non-sexual manner.
Ok, but it's still ok. I'm going home. :)