Sex in the city

None yet.

Sadly.

But I did get a few parties under my belt, went to a weed party (no I didn't inhale), had a few scary moments with cops, bought beer illegally into my dorm, had a aggro-drunk pounding the door to Max P, finished my Maths homework due on Friday, and tried out for jazz.

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Chicago Aims

And So here I am in the Windy City of Chicago.

I'm going to take Humanities - Reading Cultures, Social Sciences - Power, Identity and Resistance and Math Calculus 3:). 3 courses, pending the music 15100 course in Harmony on Monday. Hopefully, I can pink slip my way into the course.

So much reading to do. It's like 8 books in 10 fucking weeks. The only time I ever did that was during Wheel of Time Mania. And the new book is coming out wayy soon...

On another note, made some friends here, a lot of asians, but Chicago is pretty cool, with VERY intellectual people (almost nerdy, but cool nerdy, not nerdy-nerdy). Difference is, they can spout Plato and Socrates but they do it at col times, like when discussing how Chocolate Chip cookies are better than Milk.

Yup.


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P.S. to that commentor:), nerdy-nerdy is pretty cool too, cos these are the guys that come up with the Nobel Prize winning theories and find cures for AIDS. be open minded dude:)

Haven't Really Blogged

I guess I kinda got lost during the O week with all the various activities and stuff happening. It's pretty cool to be in a different country, studying the culture and interacting with the denizens, even if they have a crap president and speak ALMOST a different language:).

Communication isn't really hard, it's just different. Perhaps I have been speaking with a Singaporean slant for far too long; I get the impression people just don't understand me around here:). Which is fine, because I can just attribute some smart ass comment which falls flat on its face to the "language barrier". Yeah.

Got into Math 15300 (which is like Calculus, by parts, implicit etc, cos I never really studied:). I DON'T have bragging rights to say I can take Honors Calculus, but then again, bragging rights don't count for much in this place, because everyone seems to be able to spout Plato and the 3rd law of thermodynamics at will.

It's REALLY academic around here, which is good. Because after 2 years of crap, I really need to get my mind attuned back to the studying culture.

STOP! I just realised I kinda BLOG different now! It's in PERFECT FUCKING ENGLISH! shat:).

Then again, the people are fine. Most of them are younger, but most of the Americans are really mature for their age. College is like this BIG thing where everyone leaves home and kinda is a rite of passage for the US kids. Well, ain't that much of a problem for me, even though I'm like 3000 miles away from home.

Well, it'll be fun. We'll see how it goes. Gonna take Humanities (CRAP-writing again), Social Sciences (lots of readings!), Math and hopefully, Music. If not, I'll just do 3 in my first quarter:)

Ciao!

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Pictures say a thousand words

My dorm room (desk view)...


My dorm ROOM! (with WALK IN CLOSET)
Rockefeller Chapel. I might go back for service.


Pre-Orientation International Students...


School BUS! TO downtown!


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In Chicago!

From the windy city:)

Hello dudes! It's my 3rd day in the Windy city, having a lot of fun so far, just slacking around and enjoying the coolness of Chicago.

Well, Chicago is very... black, i should say. Except for the university area, but it's roughly what you see in New Orleans on the TV. Yeah. Lots of da4 fei2 pang4 de hei1 ren2 (use chinese in case shit happens).

That's Chicago GSB on top. It's mainly old style American Buildings here. And my parents love the architecture. Blah.

Time zone difference is around 13 hrs.(Essentially, morning = night in Singapore.)

Set up my bank account already (WOOT!), and been touring Chinatown (LOUSY LOUSY FOOD) and a bit of Downtown. Tall skyscapers (John Hancock and very very windy. I kinda like it here:)

Well, some of the Koreans ARE quite chio:), but then, I think I'm here to study.

Shat.




And that's my gate 19 from Minneapolis to Chicago!










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Dating & Going Out

And so the debate rages on... What is dating? and what constitutes going out as friends?

I dunno:) and frankly, I don't bother. Because everyone is a friend at the moment...

So, MORE FRIENDS! and here's to the muggers at Uchicago! dy/dx!

zzzz.. Wikipedia is AMAZING for memory recovery btw:)

I shall wiki Ideal Gases next.

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I love you guys!

All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go
I'm standing here outside your door, I hate to wake you up to say good-bye
But the dawn is breakning, it's early morn
The taxi's waiting, he's blowing his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could die

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh Babe, I hate to go

There's so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
And I tell you now, they don't mean a thing
Every place I go I'll think of you
Every song I sing I'll sing for you
When I come back I'll wear your wedding ring

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh Babe, I hate to go

Now the time has come to leave you
One more time, oh, let me kiss you
And close your eyes and I'll be on my way
Dream about the days to come
When I won't have to leave alone
About the times that I won't have to say

Oh, kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh Babe, I hate to go

I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh Babe, I hate to go

I'm leaving on a jet plane
Leaving on a jet plane
Leaving on a jet plane
Leaving on a jet plane
Leaving on a jet plane
Leaving on a jet plane (repeat to fade)


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CLUTTER!

I was looking for my bloody fucking maths textbook...

And I ended up clearing my old old old PRIMARY FUCKING SCHOOL SHIT FROM MY CUPBOARDS!

FUCK MY FUCKING DAD! Keeping all the SHIT (oh your brother might use it, give it to the salvation army etc etc etc.) BULLSHIT!

JUST THROW OUT THE WHOLE DAMN THING FUCKING HELL!


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MAF

Mid autumn festival was swell...

I'll always remember the HCJC songs.. Like Dang Ni Gu Dan, and other very very obscure songs like "Qing" something something and all the melancholic shit.

It does feel good to be back

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I've Never Been To Me

Hey lady, you lady, cursing at your life
You're a discontented mother and a regimented wife
I've no doubt you dream about the things you'll never do
But, I wish someone had talked to me
Like I wanna talk to you.....

Oh, I've been to Georgia and California and anywhere I could run
I took the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free
I've been to paradise but I've never been to me

Please lady, please lady, don't just walk away
'Cause I have this need to tell you why I'm all alone today
I can see so much of me still living in your eyes
Won't you share a part of a weary heart that has lived million lies....

Oh, I've been to Nice and the Isle of Greece while I've sipped champagne on a yacht
I've moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed 'em what I've got
I've been undressed by kings and I've seen some things that a woman ain't supposed to see
I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me

[spoken]
Hey, you know what paradise is?
It's a lie, a fantasy we create about people and places as we'd like them to be
But you know what truth is?
It's that little baby you're holding, it's that man you fought with this morning
The same one you're going to make love with tonight
That's truth, that's love......

Sometimes I've been to crying for unborn children that might have made me complete
But I took the sweet life, I never knew I'd be bitter from the sweet
I've spent my life exploring the subtle whoring that costs too much to be free
Hey lady......
I've been to paradise, (I've been to paradise)
But I've never been to me

(I've been to Georgia and California, and anywhere I could run)
I've been to paradise, never been to me
(I've been to Neice and the isle of Greece while I've sipped champagne on a yacht)
I've been to paradise, never been to me
(I've been to cryin' for unborn children that might have made me complete)
I've been to paradise, never been to me
(I've been to Georgia and California, and anywhere I could run)
I've been to paradise, never been to me

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for a friend...

My 2nd Luggage weighing 20 kg. Note the Crumpler bag:) Hand luggage is my Vaude Backpack. Wireless internet in dorm available via airport express.

My life packed away into a luggage weighing 32 kg.

My sis's frd going off to the US of A. My turn soon:) Who's the most chio one of them all?

How true

"well. don't be afraid to love. i know you've been through something painful and hurting. but that doesnt mean you should turn all cynical n disbelievin abt the goodness of love. someday ,someone will come along. if you choose to dwell in the wounds of your past relationship(s), then you'll be passing that person up."

Then again, a lot of us withdraw into this tiny space where only we exist in order not to let ourselves be harmed anymore. It's more about self preservation. We'll see what life brings.

Perhaps. My aunt's a spinster:)

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Packing Status

Ahh well.. I'm leaving in 6 days time. I can't wait...

In a way, it has been good to know everyone in Singapore. And those who are currently overseas as well. I found out who my true friends are, and thank God, I am truly blessed to have good friends that I can depend on.


To pack in memories:
My 70 clique, Lex, Jess, ZL, JR.. soccer and mahjong buddies. Not to forget Chan Lek, Jeff, Joses, ZY. And of course, the "bimbos", Wen, Debz (thanks gal), Weng, Maria, Honk... and all the others:) Though I dun know u all that well... Agnes (for Hp cover:) still,), Jenn (for a lot), Zining, Sylvia, Sinyi, Kaysing...
(i know i missed a lot of peeps)

4L shitheads. James (for fire and mayhem), Will, Jared, John, Clarence, Jon blah blah blah.. U know who u are:) Those that pushed into the pool, those that sat around the east coast BBQ doing god-knows-what, those that I threw penknives at...

My church (okay, ex-church friends), xy, wz, Ben, Faith, Jp, Edwin, Angeline, Jiawen, Yiwen and all your little buggers that have made my day before. Thanks a million. And may God continue to bless you (Go ye forth, those with faith...)

Army mates: WL, Shawn, Dann, Joel, Jeremy, Wenqi, Dennis, Eric... As well as EOAC (where I learnt the most about myself), and EOCC, OCS friends... Some are Hi-Bye friends, others have more to talk about and yet others have taught me how to live:). Too numerous to name, but yet, are always there... Thanks. Also, OC Sir, and Mr. Soh and Maj Chang. Learnt the most from you guys. And of course, Des:) I know you visit often.. hehe.

My Pl deserves a big packing into my Singapore memories too. Thanks for letting me learn, and fail, and pick myself up. Thanks for all the tolerance for all the shit mistakes:), the (blatant sometimes) favourtism, the good times and the bad. Wish you guys all the best.

And of course, my other friends... For friends have no categories, but they are just friends. People whom I have known, Hwee Lee (cos i met you today:), Sheryl, Shar, Jo (if you would still consider me one- i know i would), Ger, too many....

And thanks Dad, Mum, Sis and Bro, for putting up with me for 21 years. I will miss you guys. Time to show that I can put that foot ahead of me without falling down finally, to be independent AND RESPONSIBLE in another country. Sis, u're fat, but not that fat... Yet;) And your friends are chio... there... Take care of dad and mum; rebel, but only if you have a clear and morally correct goal in your life:) I know u'll read it, someday. And Yang should be pushed a little... Cos he's too slack as compared to us liao.

Thanks to relatives. Aunts, uncles. Grandma (may you health be well), and granddad (you too). They all dote on me, and whether I still deserve that unconditional "doting", well, I'm not complaining:).

Farewells are never forever, but this is just a small sample of my entire life, and who are the most important in them. A new life, a new beginning, but always, reflection can be the most important anchor in your life forever.

I am blessed indeed.

(on another note, I'm given 138 kg of baggage because my parents are travelling.... That's the literal packing:)

I realised that I never really appreciated those people who have been around me. That's just a selfish trait in me, one that I have been trying hard to abolish. There is no such thing as perfection; you can always strive to be friendlier. to be more understanding, to care for your friends more... Some I have not, others, I have tried my best; and my best always falls short of what I aspire to be. Thank you for accepting me as who I am.

Truly, "people" are the most important things in your life.

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Party?

Sheesh

My back turned, and my grandmother manages to make my dream of a SMALL family party become some big shit.

100 odd guests now. With caterer and I think chefs thrown in. Plus some shit big cake thrown in. I could almost groan.

But then again, I hope to see all my friends there:) Okay?

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You're blessed when...

You know you lead a blessed life when...

... you have friends who let you puke over them and their car, but still send you home even though the next day, they have to clean said car...

... you have parents that see you lying on the floor dead drunk and the next morning, they ask if you want breakfast and said nothing...

... you start blurting out a lot of shit only when you closest friends are around, lest anyone else sees you acting like a fool...

... you're flying off in 9 days and hopefully, all the shit won't catch up to you because you're far far away...

Yes, I do lead a charmed life.

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Alcohol Tolerance

My level is around, 3 beers, 3-4 vodka mixers, and around half a bottle of PURE vodka.

Quite high, I may add.

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I got Drunk

For the first time in recorded history, I got drunk.

And pretty much said things I would never say anywhere else. Thank god there were only close friends around to hear what I said. I can vaguely remember...

And happy birthday Clarence. Haha. Kinda fun, but I had more self control than that. It was that last bit of Absulut Vodka that finally did me in, as much as all the shit I had before.

Now I have to get my bag back from Jesse, and thanks to Jess, Lex and Debz for getting me home, not to mention Dad, for putting me back in bed.

Lol. And he said I was sleeping everywhere, On the floor, in the bathroom etc etc etc... Thank god no one raped me:) haha


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Leaving Soon

And here I am, 3rd September. 10 more days before I leave the sunny island for windy Chicago.

A friend asked me if I was ready to go last night. Am I? Somehow, you have waited so long to be gone, and when the moment finally descends upon you, you are struck by the finality of it all.

I am leaving behind a broken friendship, a (semi-)successful band (go Leftovers!), friends whom I've known for long, friends whom I have just made, family, cousins. Essentially, I'm leaving a life that I've known since I was conscious of my surroundings.

But then again, it ain't that different from spending time in the army. The biggest difference I can see is that instead of that Ching buddy you have besides your BMT bedside, you have a Pakistani New-Yorker as your room mate.

Attachments have been made and cast aside long ago. There is nothing left here for me to stay for. Although my memories of this place will always lead me to call this place my home, I am looking for a new life elsewhere.

And to think that back in army, I wanted to go SMU and stay in Singapore because there was something I thought was worth staying back for.

Bullshit. Sometimes, we humans have to be pragmatic. And selfish. Think only about yourself, inward looking and what you can achieve. Sometimes, I miss that guy back in 2003, thinking about others (ok, 1 other), and willing to make sacrifices that now, are fucking dumb just even to think about it.

So perhaps until someone comes along WORTH the big sacrifices, I shall do what is best for ME. And then again, others have made those sacrifices, and realised in the end how foolish it was to choose her over themselves. Especially when it all ends in tears and foolishness.

And frankly, it's hard to learn to love again.


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