First Nights
Tonight was my first night in Hall, and needless to say when my life is involved- for some reason something makes it particularly eventful. Despite my constant wishes that everything is lovely and deadpan, existence does not fancy me that way.
Forgive the lack of updating, firstly- loathe as I do to admit it the last 3 months have been monotonous, to say the least- the good news is that I did manage to catch up with a lot of the precious people in my life, people that I cared about a lot and got to make some new memories with people who I never got a chance to fully appreciate as people, not as working partners (i.e. some of my 28SC people, whom I never really got a chance to give some love to.)
I'd like to note at this point how my tiny kettle is bubbling away, and how me making tea in the morning will probably finally become routine- one because I'm finally at a point where I need to be independent and can't just wait around for whatever's on the dining table to drink, two because tea is finally becoming a central part of my existence again. The little bubbling noises are comforting, but at the present moment I'm not loathing the silence of Hall life. It's pretty premature to make this conclusion, honestly- but at least for now, whatever I've done for myself I've done, to make this place as homely as possible.
Information update for those who do not keep up with me anywhere but this blog- I've chosen the path of University at NTU, taking up the art of Linguistic studies. Where this will take me, I am not yet certain- but it's an area that captures my interest, and therefore I am.
Those who know me personally of course know that home is far away from this place, so I've made the decision to move into Hall, for convenience, and also to experience some form of independence. So over the course of the last week or so, I've been progressively moving things into my hall- and yeesh, you would not believe how many things fall under living essentials. For a moment I really felt I was bringing too many things? Then I realised, after moving in, that these things were basically things I needed to have to get by. And so I deal with the possible frustration of needing to pack things for home, later.
The week before I had camp with some of my faculty people- other than having lost my dignity entirely, I've made some very good friends who are genuinely lovely, fun people- just as well that they're the first bunch I met, because they all seemed to understand my terrible, never ending brand of humour. And my puns, which are a plus- so these are the people I will, hopefully be closer to for the next four big ones. It's always a little startling to realise that in about half a year you will be turning twenty, and you kind of look back and go, "How exactly did I get here so fast?"
It's a delightfully rainy Monday morning. I'm going to try and enjoy the heck out of the first day of independent living, and learn to take education a little easier- after all, I've spent enough time wrecking my body over it. I realise at this point I've failed to mention why my first night in was so interesting- let me explain.
I'm not used to sleeping in the humidity or heat- because I typically sleep with the air-conditioning on. So finding ways to deal with the new arrival was difficult. After that, I woke up at two in the morning because someone was knocking at my door. First of all, this freaked me out. Then, I opened the door, in my terrible, probably dishevelled state, and the poor dude apologised profusely, realising he had gone to the wrong place. He would then do this again at two half, despite my best efforts to ignore his knocking the second time around. He would AGAIN apologise profusely (it was quite funny at this point) for the error and I tried to go back to sleep, Alas, rain falls at five-half and I need to adjust my windows, my fan speeds and the like to get back to sleep.
At eight, I am awake.
Regrettably my body does not want me to sleep in, or would prefer if I suffered a lack of sleep rather than disobeying the mighty law of "arise when the sun has risen" or something fancy like that. I imagine my body to be a complete titrag, so this is probably not beyond it's realm of idiocy.
Either way, I'm off for my morning viewing, and will probably take pleasure in writing more tonight, since everything that has been holding back, seems to be happening here.
xoxo
Forgive the lack of updating, firstly- loathe as I do to admit it the last 3 months have been monotonous, to say the least- the good news is that I did manage to catch up with a lot of the precious people in my life, people that I cared about a lot and got to make some new memories with people who I never got a chance to fully appreciate as people, not as working partners (i.e. some of my 28SC people, whom I never really got a chance to give some love to.)
I'd like to note at this point how my tiny kettle is bubbling away, and how me making tea in the morning will probably finally become routine- one because I'm finally at a point where I need to be independent and can't just wait around for whatever's on the dining table to drink, two because tea is finally becoming a central part of my existence again. The little bubbling noises are comforting, but at the present moment I'm not loathing the silence of Hall life. It's pretty premature to make this conclusion, honestly- but at least for now, whatever I've done for myself I've done, to make this place as homely as possible.
Information update for those who do not keep up with me anywhere but this blog- I've chosen the path of University at NTU, taking up the art of Linguistic studies. Where this will take me, I am not yet certain- but it's an area that captures my interest, and therefore I am.
Those who know me personally of course know that home is far away from this place, so I've made the decision to move into Hall, for convenience, and also to experience some form of independence. So over the course of the last week or so, I've been progressively moving things into my hall- and yeesh, you would not believe how many things fall under living essentials. For a moment I really felt I was bringing too many things? Then I realised, after moving in, that these things were basically things I needed to have to get by. And so I deal with the possible frustration of needing to pack things for home, later.
The week before I had camp with some of my faculty people- other than having lost my dignity entirely, I've made some very good friends who are genuinely lovely, fun people- just as well that they're the first bunch I met, because they all seemed to understand my terrible, never ending brand of humour. And my puns, which are a plus- so these are the people I will, hopefully be closer to for the next four big ones. It's always a little startling to realise that in about half a year you will be turning twenty, and you kind of look back and go, "How exactly did I get here so fast?"
It's a delightfully rainy Monday morning. I'm going to try and enjoy the heck out of the first day of independent living, and learn to take education a little easier- after all, I've spent enough time wrecking my body over it. I realise at this point I've failed to mention why my first night in was so interesting- let me explain.
I'm not used to sleeping in the humidity or heat- because I typically sleep with the air-conditioning on. So finding ways to deal with the new arrival was difficult. After that, I woke up at two in the morning because someone was knocking at my door. First of all, this freaked me out. Then, I opened the door, in my terrible, probably dishevelled state, and the poor dude apologised profusely, realising he had gone to the wrong place. He would then do this again at two half, despite my best efforts to ignore his knocking the second time around. He would AGAIN apologise profusely (it was quite funny at this point) for the error and I tried to go back to sleep, Alas, rain falls at five-half and I need to adjust my windows, my fan speeds and the like to get back to sleep.
At eight, I am awake.
Regrettably my body does not want me to sleep in, or would prefer if I suffered a lack of sleep rather than disobeying the mighty law of "arise when the sun has risen" or something fancy like that. I imagine my body to be a complete titrag, so this is probably not beyond it's realm of idiocy.
Either way, I'm off for my morning viewing, and will probably take pleasure in writing more tonight, since everything that has been holding back, seems to be happening here.
xoxo
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