Seems like forever since the last time I blogged... In the wee small hours of the morning I shall write something.

It's amazing how one person can change you in a good way. It's a big step to listen to that person and really try to change for the better. But then knowing that you have this support system makes things easier... it makes thing hard when the support system isn't around to remind you not to be so negative and focus on the past too much. Hahaha, but still, I guess you have to remind yourself you are changing for the better.

Listening to Jazz early in the morning... quiet, calm, relaxed... I can really fall asleep while listening to Frank Sinatra singing, thinking about nothing bad and everything good. No dreams though, dreams mean your brain is still working while you're sleeping. How totally bad is that? No rest at all!

I have no idea what I'm rambling about, could be the time. This week really crawls by slowly, almost bringing me to tears with the slow pace. Slow is fine, slow is alright in Boston, that's the pace of lifestyle, not TIME! When time is slow, it's terrible... like everythng's moving in slow-mo, making u drag your feet more, dreading the up-coming time more. Sometimes I like fast time, time flies and you enjoy yourself. When you feel like time's crawling, it means you're not busy enough...

Ironic. We want our life to move on a slower pace, but we don't want a slower time! Interesting. We want time to fly but we don't want a hectic life. Awesome. It can be achieved..... as long as time don't crawl and stress isn't cramping our life.

Finished packing 1 luggage (may add in a few more clothes)... Phew! No overweight.. but I'm a little worried about my mugs, kettle chips, coffee powder, wallets and my perfume... I have the urge to put perfume and my wallets into my handcarry, plus the mugs... If my handcarry isn't that heavy, I might just do that... Peace of mind.

Looking forward to going home, and unpacking! Hahaha, gosh I still have things to buy, hopefully they all can squeeze into my luggages. May have to pack again, AGAIN! =.= Kinda tired of packing already, hahahahaha....

I miss you so much~~~~~~ When you're so far away from me

"Darling, je vous aime beaucoup"

Hearing your voice singing to me such a romantic song was an amazing feeling and sweet... I'll never get tired of your voice, the little surprises and whole lotta loves :)

It was nice to have fathers be guest speakers in our class.. Allow us to know things from Father's perspective - As fathers, as men, as husbands. It was a great discussion session. :)

Boston was fun... and sunny. Can't do without a sunglass.. It's a MUST, if not you can't see where you're going when the sun is directly in your eyes.

A lot of walking around, it definately is a "walkable" city.. we can burn off all the fats and calories we put on from the food.

Food... everything here is CHEESE CHEESE CHEESE. Even a cheese lover like me find it overwhelming... Noodles come in cheese, pasta comes in cheese, chips, hotdogs, sandwiches, pizzas, rice... Oh gosh! Hahahahahahaha~~~ :D

It was more like a shopping spree than a study trip for this few days. That's gonna change for the next few weeks when school officially begins. I can't believe I actually shopped like this and bought alot of stuff around. Well.. at least now I can throw away the old clothes as I buy the new ones :p

Skyped with the entire family, almost, early in the morning at 6+am (their 6+pm). It was a great start to my day, to hear their voices on skype and save the $ to buy a calling card, which I still don't get how it works. I have auto roaming, so just sms... Not gonna call. Dad sorta expected I'll use my phone that's y he applied that for me in the first place way before my trip. So it's fine.

Tired from the whole day... A lot of new experiences... Orientation, rooming with my friend, hanging out together for SHOPPING, getting lost in Boston, taking the T around Boston, being asked for directions by a group of ppl, visiting the school, eating the SUPER DUPER BIG portion of food, and just being a Bostonian ^_^

Flour and Water seems to be a tradition for camps?!?! Hahahaha, it was quite fun to play with flour and water, though it gets messy and irritated, but it's fun...

Sec 1 camp: Putting water on your face and blowing out a pingpong ball from a tray of flour.

Pre-Boston camp: Fill up a 1 litre bottle with your body parts & search for sweets in a tray of flour using only parts of your face.

The camp was pretty nice, and it's rather fun to live in the school with your travelling group... More civilized than camping in Pulah Ubin, but that was fun too :p

Can't wait for Boston, officially we have 12 days till we F.L.Y! ^_^

I finally know how to felt like when all your hard work get thrown back at your face and hit you hard. It was a good Semester, and alot of high hopes. 1 module is all it takes to pull everything down with it.

The importance of 1 module...... Sigh. At that moment when you saw the results, you feel sad, angry, pissed, disappointed, even wanted to curse and swear(or did). Then comes the night... How it cleared your mind and make things more clearer to really think it, deep. It's not completely the lecturer's fault that things turned out like that, partly it's out fault as well. I must be crazy to say that, must be. Confirmed. Affirmative.

Still......... it really disappoints me that what I wanted to achieve this Semester was all gone because of the credits from 1 module. Just 1 is all it takes to pull every other 5 modules down with it. The power of 1. SHEESH! But what's done is done, can't change it, can't undo it. I expect things will STILL be the same even if I turn back the time.

It's the 1st time I let a grade affect me so much that I BLOG about it. Probably because I had high hopes. It's like what others say, "The more you hope, the more disappointed you'll get when you don't get what you hope for." Or is it "Bring your hopes up too high, when it falls it really falls hard." Either way, that's how I feel.