Week 2: order is restored

Week 2 was my first week of class. It is so incredibly refreshing to go to class where the content is a breeze. compared to the intensity of SMU, this is really nothing. Am clearing 5.0 mods this semester, hoping to max out whatever modules i can clear.

To some degree this is like BMT; its the solitude that can drive you insane. The wait for that someone special to come back to you.

This is really a testing experience for me. I really did not expect how hard it would be to make friends with people from different backgrounds. I am trying as hard as I can, but its really challenging.

Notable events:
I went to a club. Worst fucking club ever. The thing i hate most ( and am secretly starting to appreciate about Singapore) is the fact that I feel cheated everytime i go to places like that. A person tried to charge me 10TL for a stupid bottle of water. The thing is, this just ruins the entire night. There is simply no more incentive for me to want to spend money on such an establishment anymore.
I would blow $200 for a night at zouk. not for a piece of shit place like this.

Weekend was spent in the dormitory. good lord i felt so bored.

exchange thoughts

Bernadette mentioned how i should probably attempt to record this exchange experience for future references. I guess she's right. So here goes my attempt at trying to understand everything.

Week 1: Week 1 was probably the toughest week for me in trying to adjust to this bizarre culture. I found the weather impossible, the language bizarre, and the food difficult to adjust to. Not to mention the gay uncle who tried to cheat my money (and my anal virginity) by making me pay exorbitant amounts of money for the taxi ride to koc. I remember how completely overwhelmed and lost i was, just sitting in my room at the west campus trying not to break down.
In some way, its true that exchange really pushes you out of your comfort zone. I really tried so hard to save 1TL, and scrimp on things that are really silly.
I miss home, i miss home really bad. i miss wanjing. I hate everyone.

I'm sorry i disappoint.

I am Jack's Bleeding Heart.

And so it is. The disappointment of my parents. I’ve tried to be a good person. If they even knew the things I gave up or tried to do to make them happy. It’s sickening how they shoot me down; it’s even worse how much this affects me. I’ve always fancied my emotional defence like a wall; impenetrable, impermeable and invulnerable. But it seems so fragile now.

I guess this ranting to digital silence is somewhat therapeutic. It certainly makes me feel better whenever I type this out.

GOAL SETTING TIME:
by 31 dec 2011, i would have:
#1. Set up my resume
#2. Applied to HK Law firms
#3. Finished IPPT
#4. taken a good good good break.