First Post of the Year

So I’ve realised that I haven’t blogged in awhile. Mostly, its the lethargy that has plagued me since coming back to Singapore. I don’t know whether it’s the heat, the fatigue from Michaelmas catching up with me or what. My homework is all done, but i haven’t finished as much reading as I’d like to. Instead, I have spent my time doing gloriously pointless things.

3 Weeks Gone

I am about to admit something pathetic. I miss Cambridge food. I miss Fitzbillie’s chelsea buns, jam doughnuts, fresh buttered rolls, full English breakfasts, cheese from M&S, caramel slices, flapjacks, melt-in-your-mouth pears and that gorgeous Moroccan chickpea soup from that German cafe. (What’s even worse is that they are all carbs.) I think that when people complain about food in the UK, they are not eating the right things.

Santa’s Scandal

You can’t escape any of the Christmas songs now. I’ve been going around with earworms like Winter Wonderland and Hark! The Herald Angels Sing for at least two weeks. Today I heard this song that I had completely miscontrued as a child and it tickled me to realise how my mistake was both so innocent and so unspeakably earthy.

Milestone

I have finished my first vacation essay! I’m not totally useless after all!

Home!

After a fourteen hour flight plus delays because of ice on the fucking runway, and after a day of recovering from the jet lag (fuck that was terrible), I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m swearing so fucking much instead of being fucking delighted that I’m back. It’s a damn simple reason. I am fucking happy to be back but I have so pissed off at the sodding uselessness and fucking pretentiousness of the new wordpress. It swallowed my post and it disappeared when I pressed the ‘publish’ button so now I’m in a relaly foul mood. Because I have to retype everything and I don’t fucking feel like it,

Going Down

That’s what I’m doing in a few days. Over here, you don’t say “I’m leaving on Monday.” and “I’m coming back on the 12th of January.” You “go down” and “come up”. My room is a total mess now, since I’m stuffing my things into boxes so that they can be put into storage. I can’t imagine having to do this three times a year, which is one of the reasons (though not the main one) why I won’t be coming back during Easter. It’s amazing because I feel like my first term at Cambridge has passed so quickly and yet I also feel so settled here.

Bastard Food

I was in M&S today buying rolls and cheese (they have really good single-serving portions of different kinds of cheese. Heaven…). I passed the ready-to-eat meal section when I saw a shelf of Singapore Noodles. Intrigued and missing Singapore food enormously, I went to have a looksee. That was when I felt so appalled and couldn’t decide whether to feel very angry or just very amused.

Home Soon

I’m on my last essay for the term, after my very nice supervisors decided not to give us a hellish last week and made a couple of essays vacation homework instead. It feels good to have the stress gone and knowing that now I can read at my own pace. I was pretty worried that I’d come to hate reading after the truckloads that I’ve done here. I’ve started novels that I haven’t had the time to finish, like Catch-22 and London Fields. Oh well.

All Alone in the Moonlight

I realise that I haven’t been posting as frequently as I should. However, when you have to write 2000 words every 3 days, you don’t feel like writing much else. Today is strangely different, though I don’t know why. I did have lunch at Pembroke today with Gayle, which was good in all respects (company, food, pretty college), but nothing else of significance happened. I’ve just been reading all my old posts on this blog and the old one, and I’ve come to realise some uncomfortable things.

Ordinary

I saw this on a couple of blogs and decided to do it for fun. Most of the answers make no sense at all, some are depressing, and others are strangely true.

Directions:
1. Put your iPod, iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write the song name down no matter how silly it sounds.