Clear Monsoon Day

November and December - my favorite months of the year. Days start off as cool and balmy, the sky's always clear and hopeful, only to be punctuated by a torrent of heavy rain and bangs of thunder in most late afternoons. Then it get cool and lovely in the night. Perfect for chilling out and contemplate and the day's worth.

Strangely in these recent months the strong desire to fly Down Under is growing each day. Maybe it's the sky. Maybe it's the breeze that hints, but the lack of spending money restraints me.

Perhaps next year.

Glad to be back.

Reminiscing.

Those Bishan days.

Sitting on the black table and looking out the window towards the neighborhood park, or the car mechanic's shop below. Watching my mother constructing a T.Rex out of a soup tin can and construction paper. Performing the various experiments from the range of DK activity books I owned or borrowed. Climbing up the six flights of stairs to level four. Invading the buffet tables that my proud neighbors would invite us to for each birthday celebration. Longing for the mahjong sessions to be held along the vast space of the corridors because it seems so homely. Climbing down to the storm canals to net for dragonfly nymphs. Squinting my eyes to spot the flying bats during evenings at the parks. Having fun in a bathtub. Trying to rollerblade for the first time. Having an unexplainable fear of the far end of the block where there's always an apartment empty. Remembered how I wished that we didn't have to move from the place. Remembered how I tried to convince myself that we will not move as the fortune telling card always said "No" when I asked. We moved eventually.

Re-newed

A new start, it feels.

So much remorse to express. The selfish desires, decisions and actions. The past year was not an easy one to tread.

I'm picking up again and might fall once more, but I'll be ready.

Shadowman

It's exam week again and as usual, am crying over spilled milk.

It's pointless, I know, and every single darn rational person out there knows; but it's a way to let off some steam and frustration. It's healthy in a way I guess.

Didn't managed to complete my exam script. Six essay questions during two hours. On Tropical Conservation biology. Given the broadness of the topic and the given questions, how can one answer adequately? I'm terrible at being concise. I did my planning, but there wasn't time to finish writing what I planned. In total I completed 3.25 questions out of six. Speaking to my mates, they finished everything.

There unfairness screams out. These guys didn't even prepare for the topic. Nor did they attend the classes. I guess common sense prevailed in this case and I for one, lack that.

Of late I feel betrayed.

When Time?

I hate this feeling of being stuck in time, when the end beckons.

In The Order Of The Primates

A break from editing.

A break from the flow of my current lifestyle of school, thesis writing and projects.

The week had been irritable, twitchy. Almost unproductive. Finished up a rough sewing together of my group's animal documentary project, while trying to juggle SPSS and my data analysis. Funnily although I detest ecological statistics, I have to admit the tinge of thrill that I get when my output is generated.

I'm reduced to thrills from number crunching. A life of Nerdom I am to follow.

2009 Coming

Can't wait for the year to end. The first half of course, was excellent despite the hiccups. It was funnily, a second chance at those teenage years. The later half of the year was a real bitch.

Thanks to the volcanic second part of the year, a big part of my life has changed. Tried unsuccessfully to break up with Teck so now am still stuck in a relationship. I going into a relationship at an early age is plain stupid.

I should've listened to my mum.