It's like - 41 FRIGGIN DEGREES today. What the?!

After going to sch and coming home in a short span of 2 hours, i've practically become a piece of char siew drowning in a pool of sweat.

It is SO unbelievably hot and dry outside that it makes the oven seem like a useless piece of crap. Im so desperate to cool down that i've actually turned on the air-con for the very first time in my 3 years here, set it to 18 degrees, and still have my fan going on at full speed. Yet, it still feels like it's only 30 degrees in my room. Even my loaf of bread in the fridge is feeling a hell lot cooler than me la. PFFFTTT.

H-E-L-P. As much as Singapore's humid weather is shitty, i'd still take that anytime over the extreme temperatures here that are radically and ridiculously out of line. Having the 4 seasons is seriously NO fun at all.

IM HOT AND GRUMPY.

AND THAT IS NOT GOOD.

VERY RANDOM RUBBISH


Its SO friggin p-a-n-a-s

and

im SO friggin b-o-r-e-d.

The thought of my sis enjoying herself in Taiwan (AGAIN) while im (literally) sweating it out here makes me feel so indignant. It's like what, her 3rd or 4th time there (see, so many times that i've even lost count) while poor pathetic miserable me has yet to even travel once beyond SG and Perth in these what, 5 years? Sure i've been flying all the time, on SQ no less; but hey, if you really think shuttling between your kampong and the neighbouring ghost town is fun - think again. Seriously. Knowing the standard on-flight procedures like the back of your hand isn't something you wanna be proud of. Especially when the thought of it is associated with the haunting images of air-stewardesses who resemble wayang actors. Im actually quite keen to take a budget airline for once (hopefully soon, to my favorite asian kota of cos) and:

1) not have someone offer me a 'hot tower' while im trying to settle in my seat;

2) not to hear the constant jarring reminder to 'fasten your sit-belt' and;

3) not to bother wondering whether these attendants are really orang Singapura or actually, dari Malaysia/Indonesia when they ask if i want 'oren joos'.

I hate to think that for all that i've been paying for, i've never had a one good taste of a peaceful and pleasant flight; as well as a travel experience that i can claim to be truly enjoyable and memorable. When can this wish ever materialise? Or can it only at most be fulfilled by psychologically tagging along with Samantha Brown with her Passport to Europe?

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On a separate note, its such a blessing and a curse to have like 5 consecutive days off (includ. wkends). While it was the case that i had no life whatsoever as i was slogging through the past 3 months; the situation still doesnt seem to be any different right now despite my liberation from working hell and transportation back to buku haven.

Ok, perhaps cos its only the 1st couple of weeks of sem. I'd prolly be taking these words back in a few weeks time. Till then however, i honestly dont know how im going to fill up my time. I've actually been revising my work (gasp!); although i have to admit i am procrastinating somewhat when it comes to my (sigh) internship report.

Sigh. I think i should definitely head down to the lib tomorrow and start on my ftv research. I quite miss doing research (for essays, NOT for lame tv shows like the dreadful 'Chakiats') actually. As much as i hate reading and pouring through those dusty yellow pages, i cant deny that i am overwhelmed by those binded things. Its ironic how i actually absorb so much more from digging out all these bits of info myself as compared to being forcefully spoon-fed for the past 12 years. What's stranger is that i in fact enjoy this discovery process! I bet Boon Kong would have wished for this revelation to have dawned on me 4 years earlier. O well, at least its not too late. He must finally be so proud of me now. Haha. I reckon i have the 3 hair-splitting years of MCI to thank for my enlightenment.

Ok. So i've got an agenda for tomorrow and Wed. I shall aim to come back with at least sepuluh buku. Let's just pray that i dont oversleep and that the lazybug doesnt bite me in the ass again.

Lastly, kudos to you if you actually bothered to read through my post till this last line! Cant imagine why anyone would wanna read all this crap from me but o well...good on ya!