orders some chicken sandwich fillers with wholemeal bread...oooiii! kani** where is my bak cho mee? Na** :)...
Randomness of it all....
I just watched my first episode of West Wing (recommended by a debate senior); just had my first ice-cream yesterday since starting school; listening to a new acoustic indie group Urusen; missed my girlfriend hell lot when I looked at the frisbee she bought me; 2 essays of 1500each and a maths test in the week after; trying to kick-start an engine that took a hiatus in the military.
The randomness of it all.
Physically, I've settled in. I get to bed by simply lyind down, I awake and know I'm 13 hours away from home. I feel rather at home in my Tocil 49D flat, and enjoy the kick-ass mix of company in my flat. No, this land doesn't seem to foreign. Wait. Possibly it does.
The autumn leaves look so beautiful; much more than seeing it in Getty images and Hallmark movies. Watching these maple souls fall to the ground ironically refreshes me instead of drag me down. And wish that I had Yong with me.
Yet, the randomness of it all.
Whilst in politics seminar, a self-proclaimed imperialist (as if I know what that means) Caucasian, who has been staying in Brunei for a number of years as an expatriate, commented on the political landscape in Brunei: "there is no politics". Wow. Sounds impressive, especially when you watch it with his presumptuous spit flying everywhere and his straight blondes flapping. And I stood up (surprised myself too) and said "Objection!". I would very much like to delve into the analysis of how such a ignorant comment, if reflective of "free speech", I'll rather do without.
Again, randomness.
I am looking to do "Chicago" the musical this weekend! But that would mean missing out going to Cheshire Oaks with the rest of the Singaporeans. That means 2 in a row; was out debating at UCL last weekend whilst they explored Birmingham.
Just played badminton. Going to study now. Jam. Lecture. Chicago practice. Home; where's that?
Amen.
Uncle T
