Notice: Blog Closure
I think that even people who have just come out from a coma would have noticed that my blog has stayed pretty much the same without any updates. Well, haven’t felt like blogging for a while and will probably not feel like blogging for a while more. So with this, I am officially announcing the obvious and the inevitable. The closure of this blog! =)
See you some page else, next time. Maybe. I don’t know.
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LDRs: the best moments
The best thing in recent times is getting emails like this: the best moments are every moment you can get. definitely beats boring normal relationships … 
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So – - – I’ve done it. I should be arriving at 15:55 on the 7th April and going back on the 19th 
I had problems with my stupid credit card so had to pay with wire transfer which should be fine – I am receiving my ticket next week, so I will confirm you I am coming 100% then. There should not be any problems, but I will be extremely nervous until I don’t get it.
I still can’t believe it! I am so excited, so happy I am seeing you so soon. I hope you feel the same. You know that I am going to be extremely annoying and asking if it is ok for you MILLIONS of times?? I am very risk adverse and feel this is kind of crazy, so I have already shocked my own self – - the thing is, I am sure it’s gonna be worth it. I just hope you don’t feel it is too much for you.
It’s soooo good!!
I’ll talk to you soon I am just going to study and do homework with my cousin today (I have the feeling she hasn’t done any while I was away)
Love you!!
Arianna
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I will be counting the days! I can’t wait to see you again.
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The time bomb
I do realize that I would never have met you under any other circumstance. I really expect nothing more. I guess the feeling is mutual that we expect nothing more than this 4 months.
I suddenly realise that subconciously I don’t want this to end! I find myself counting the days, and the days are running out fast. One and a half months have just breezed past like this, and I’m sure the rest of the two and a half months will too. This is too scary for me. If only time will past just a little slower ..
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memo 11 Sept 2008
“well they say that if you don’t like the weather in Boston, just wait 5 minutes”
I certainly get the meaning now
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Party at Enrico & Luigi’s
It was raining all day. Boston’s weird, if it rains it never stops. The party was great despite the fucking weather and running dry early on. Better than the illusive MIT party the night before …..
she smiles despite the fact she hates me
ugo, carlo, marc, ece
maria, luigi, marina
italian sign language, you get it don't you?
Quote of the day: This is America, there are rules here! - Forgetting Sarah Marshall
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open letter to Y _ _ J _ _
What do you do when you suddenly encounter an alternative and much more beautiful path when you were so sure you were going to take the other path right from the start? Making the decision is so hard when you come to a forked road. Do you really know what you want? Are you going to regret making that decision when you chose one path instead of the other. Whichever choice you make is going affect the other that you didn’t make. I guess it would have been better if you never promised anything to anyone from the start.
Whichever decision you make is going to be judged. From a third person’s perspective, someone has to be the antagonist, the bad guy. Will you make the right choice? The right choice for who? The right choice for yourself or the right choice for other people? Will you make the decision to ruin a life and make yours better? Or will you make the other choice, the safer choice?
You always seem to have a solution to everyone’s problem and nothing seems like it cannot be fixed, ONLY when the person involved isn’t you. Now that you are involved, you don’t know sh*t about what to do.
What the fuck is your problem?
Be a man and make a choice.
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Thou shall not drink!
Is there’s one thing I never realized, it was the fact that drinking is a luxury in the US. The legal age for drinking here is 21 and the people take this law very seriously. You can absolutely NOT DRINK if you are below that age or severe consequences will follow. This effect not only affects the underaged. The reverberating effect of this law kinda effects us, the exchange students because we need our passports everytime we want to go to a bar. It’s so fucking troublesome because I don’t like carrying my passport around. Super muddlehead Jin tends to lose things and this is something I can’t afford to lose!
So, yesterday after catching Forgetting Sarah Marshall we all went to a bar. Unfortunately I did not expect to be going anywhere else after the screening so I DID NOT bring my passport. There were also a couple of others who did not bring theirs. Nevertheless we decided to try and challenge that very law that night.
home of the Red Sox
seriously? world champions? Korea beat your ass in baseball!
The street along Fenway Park were laced with sports bars serving mostly Red Sox fans around the area. Anyway, our attempts, they kinda fell flat on our faces because the “door dudes” were instructed to only accept passports and nothing else. I made a pathetic attempt in trying to show other photo IDs like my International Student ID and my Malaysian ID. Well, the student ID was really not official enough and the Malaysian ID, well … let’s just say the dudes had never seen it in their lives. Well, Andy made it through with his Australian ID so I guess it kinda told me how much my Malaysian ID was worth! Argh!!!
So all of a sudden the idea of getting a liquor ID doesn’t sound so ridiculous anymore. Wahahaha
So really, whoever did not have passports went back to get it. Hyatt wasn’t really too far away to deter us. We are a determined bunch to party! And so, we got in. We got drunk. We got out =)
And: HAPPY 51ST BIRTHDAY MALAYSIA!
MALAYSIA BOLEH!! (dalam badminton. yang lain belum lagi)
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I cannot understand why I’m waking up around 630am constantly. I remember exactly a year ago when I was constantly waking up at 927am. This problem is back to hunt me. Now just 2 hours and 57 mins earlier. It’s not like I’m sleeping too much because I’ve been sleeping around 12-1am the past few nights and even later for the nights I was staying in Days Inn. The only reason I can come up with is the fact that my body still cannot accept the fact that it’s night when back home I’m supposed to be running around town or having dinner. Still haven’t changed the time yet, so my phone shows me the exact time back home. Hmm .. 1853hrs. What would I be doing right now in Singapore? Probably just starting to think about what I’d have for dinner.
So to continue where I left off, I’d start with the day after I explored Boston city. As usual I woke up 630-ish, turned on my computer and checked my mail, surf my usual sites, bla bla bla, while waiting for Hale to wake up. That guys seems to sleep like a 100 hours a day.
I seem to notice that I get hungry really easily these days. I was really really hungry and by the time he woke up, would literally KILL to eat. We had a choice between Macdonald’s on our left or going back to IHOP on the right. IHOP was still pretty foreign to me and I’d been browsing the menu online while waiting for Hale to wake up, I managed to convince him to go back to IHOP, despite the fact he didn’t like his BBQ chicken the last night.
I hop! I hop! I hop hop hop!
Well, at least the Tooty Fruity Fresh ‘n’ Fruity I had for breakfast was great again. Ham, Bacon, Sausages, Eggs and Strawberry pancakes. Absolutely amazing. Which brought me to my first foreigner awkward moment. The latina waitress asked me how I wanted my eggs done. Well I almost blurted “Medium-well” before I held myself back to think for 5 seconds. Finally I blurted “sunny side up” which to my relief was the correct answer!
After breakfast we took a walk all the way from Days Inn in Brighton down to Harvard across the river. One thing I noticed is that Boston is pretty similar to JB in the sense that nobody waits for the traffice signal before crossing the road and cars only stop for pedestrians when they are forced to by the lights. I waited stupidly for the first few lights to turn white (NO green man, WHITE man) while locals crossed at their own peril while glacing at the 2 stupid asians waiting for the lights. Finally we gave up and joined the dark side.
And a few times I almost got myself killed because cars here drive on the right side of the road. I have totally no idea where to look everytime i cross any road and of course I never fail to instinctively look away from oncoming traffic the first time. Don’t worry, when I finally get myself killed, I will let you know.
So on our way to Harvard Square we first passed by the Harvard Business School which was on the Boston side of the river separated from the rest of the campus the way BTC is from NUS main campus. We made that our first destination and never looked back. School of the best, and elitism at its most elite!
Harvard wannabe! Tee hee hee
Next stop was Harvard Square, followed by Chinatown and the Back Bay district then finally Quincy’s Market for dinner. All that travelling on the T (the term Bostonians use for their public transport system, but mainly refering to the subway) got us really tired and soon I found myself nodding off everytime I had an opportunity on the T.
Quincy’s market proved a challenge to find for me, the stubborn tourist who refused to ask. Well, men don’t ask for directions do we? So apparently Boston is a city where similar street/district names can be in totally opposite directions. We headed for Quincy station on the T which was a station pretty far off on the red line.(THINK Orchard when you are at Choa Chu Kang). By the time we got there, we were told that Quincy’s market was NOT IN QUINCY and that we were totally in the wrong direction. (THINK Choa Chu Kang when you finally got to Orchard). Damn! So we made our way back, all feeling fucking tired and a lil’ disappointed. I could probably tell from Hale’s face because I was the one who suggested getting to Quincy’s district and then finding our way to the Market.
OK, one thing i finally start to notice is everything here is UPSIZED!!! The cookies are UPSIZED! The fruits are UPSIZED! ice cream UPSIZED! Dill pickles UPSIZED! Pizzas UPSIZED! Burgers UPSIZED! Lasagnas UPSIZED! Heck, even the people are UPSIZED!!!
Upsized people on the T.
Well, the next day I checked in to the Hyatt. It’s a really really nice room besides the fact that:
1. we have no laundry services in the hotel
2. we’re separated from the rest of the campus by the Charles river
3. There is no fridge/microwave oven and no way I can heat any food up in my room.
4. ONE damn ethernet cable for 2 to share!!!
5. No water dispenser.
The perks are:
1. it’s a HOTEL room
2. 50% off the price of the food in the hotel for BU students which brings it down to the price of Macdonald’s
3. A nice hot shower and bathtub
4. A large TV which I haven’t touched
5. An OK roommate. Vincent’s from France and is a really cool guy. Probably a womEnizer like the classic french stereotype because I overheard phone conversations about ‘gangbang in Hyatt’! Not only that but yeah, it’s classified.
Ma Room!
BU’s orientation was nothing like the NUS one, in a much better light of course. They let you experience the prestige that is BU and leaves you feeling a little fuzzy about yourself. At the opening day presentation, the number of students from each country were announced and students of that nation were asked to cheer/make noise when their country was announce. Singapore had a whooping 25 students this year! Malaysia had 4, but hey, it sure as hell felt like I was the only one cheering. What? You fucking rich spoilt malaysian brats are so ashamed of your country? Get a life people. You can’t choose where you were born the same way you can’t choose which family you were born to. I sure as hell don’t see you hating and bad-mouthing your filthily rich parents who sent you here who i’m sure look as fugly and have the same bad character as you. (NOTE: this is not a personally directed msg, and as life is, there are exceptions). And yeah, if you Singaporeans were feeling proud about having 21 more than Malaysia, I’ll tell you where the Malaysians are.
*tongue in cheek*
They are probably across the river at Harvard, beating you 25 to 4. Sorry, I just had to say that! =)
By the way, summer is never what I thought it was. I always thought summer over here would be extremely hot, but i was only half true. It’s only hot in the afternoon when the sun’s up in the sky. It get’s extremly cold in the morning and late evenings when the sun goes down.So the day transits from COLD –> HOT — COLD, which is NOT exactly fun!!
OK, 2nd day of orientation coming up. I’m gonna get prepared and go brave the cold. Breakfast starts at 9 and I gotta get across on time.
Jin out.
hey, why do we argue over stupid things?
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25th August 2008: 36 hour day
I was woken by the sunlight creeping in as usual. My body tends to act like a daylight detector, refusing to sleep past the stroke of daylight without an eye cover or blackout curtains to deceive it. Except this time I wake to an unfamiliar room, with the urge to blog again. I opened my eyes, blinked and checked the time on my cellphone, 1900….. *blink* *blink* … “oh, okay .. 7am”, making a mental note to change the time to the local time here.
Actually I don’t even know if yesterday would have been the right term for “yesterday”, BUT my 36-hour “yesterday” was a whirl. Long distance travelling across timezones felt a little like time travel to me. Technically it probably counts as the only viable method of time travel that we can ever understand. Kinda makes me believe that time travelling would eventually be possible in many generations to come after humanity overcomes the boundaries of space. Since the universe is revolving the same way earth is, and the light from stars we see are light from the past, and flying across the globe had Jin travelling into the near past, it can’t help but mess with my mind that time travel would probably be based on the concept of travelling along/against the revolution of the universe. Perhaps the planets we won’t reach in our lifetimes are not inhabited but aliens as hollywood had taught us to believe, but merely the worlds of our past and future……..
Coming back to topic, the flight from Changi to Narita cost me 8 hours. They had personal entertainment screens on board but I was too smashed from the (total) lack of sleep from the last night I spent doing my usual last minute packing. Browsed through the selection of movies, making a mental note that Batman Begins was on the roster. Attempted watching it, but my mind kept wandering. The next 8 hours played like a fuzzy old VCR.
*blurrrr footage* … *black out* …. *clear footage showing consumption of food played in first person* *black-out* ……………….*inaudible voices* *blinding lights* *footage of overexposure* …. *auto focus* … then I realized I had started to chat with the lady sitting beside me who was going to Seattle to visit her daughter taking a fashion design course. Also on the same plane, I met Charles, the guy I met in my freshmen year SoW OG. I don’t even remember his last name. Sorry Charles. He’s also going on SEP, to U of Alberta, home uni of Sarah, Kara and Kellie. He was travelling with this FST girl whose name I totally cannot recall.
The cross pacific flight from Narita to Detriot was another long and painful experience. NO PERSONAL ENTERTAINMENT. LONG FLIGHT. UNATTENTIVE WHITE STEWARDESS. NARROW UNCOMFORTABLE UPRIGHT SEATS. IRRITATING PRC PEOPLE WHO DON’T CARE HOW MUCH THEY ARE ANNOYING THE WHOLE CABIN WITH THEIR BANGING, PULLING AND KICKING OF OTHER PEOPLE’S SEATS AND STRAY HANDS, LEGS AND OTHER BODILY EXTENSIONS INVADING OTHER PEOPLE’S PERSONAL SPACE. 2 MEALS ONLY FOR HUNGRY JIN. NO SLEEP. INABILITY TO SLEEP DESPITE EXHAUSTION.
Ok, you get the picture.
I was so relieved to finally reach Detriot. Love the airport, but my camere battery let me down. Custom Officers weren’t as bad as everyone portrays them, unless you rather believe Jin gets special treatment even in alien lands. I slept all the way to Boston after that.
After meeting Hale. we both took a “student cabby kinda service” to Days Inn. Met this Israeli couple on board, had a great chat and found out what a great bunch of people they were despite how Malaysians were supposed to hate Israelis. FUCK politics.
Had late dinner at Ihop. Giant steak omelette with more pancakes. I start to notice things here seem so upsized. Cars, buildings, people, even meals. (I’ll post photos the next time I update this post)
I hope this city doesn’t magnify me too much.
Till next time. Jin out.
i saw you in my dreams, the same scene from our last day, waving, teary eyed as I walked away …
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Hands held high
Turn my mic up louder I got to say something
Light weights steppin aside when we comin’
Feel it in your chest the syllables get pumping
People on the street they panic and start running
Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming
I jump on my mind, I summon the rhyme, I’m dumping
Healing the blind I promise to let the sun in
Sick of the dark ways we marched to the drum and
Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping
Fuck that I wanna see some fists pumping
Risk something, take back what’s yours
Say something that you know they might attack you for
Cause I’m sick of being treated like I have before
Like it’s stupid standing for what I’m standing for
Like this war’s really just a different brand of war
Like it doesn’t cater the rich and abandon poor
Like they understand you in the back of the jet
When you can’t put gas in your tank
These fuckers are laughing their way to the bank and cashing their check
Asking you to have compassion and have some respect
For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
In their living room laughing like “what did he say?”
Amen
In my living room watching but I am not laughing
Cause when it gets tense I know what might happen
The world is cold the bold men take action
Have to react or get blown into fractions
Ten years old is something to see
Another kid my age drug under the jeep
Taken and bound and found later under the tree
I wonder if he thought the next one could be me
Do you see the soldiers they’re out today
They brush the dust from bullet proof vests away
It’s ironic at times like this you pray
But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday
There’s bombs in the buses, bikes, roads
Inside your market, your shops, your clothes
My dad he’s got a lot of fear I know
But enough pride inside not to let that show
My brother had a book he would hold with pride
A little red cover with a broken spine
On the back, he hand wrote a quote inside
“When the rich wage war it’s the poor who die”
Meanwhile, the leader just talks away
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
Both scared and angry like “what did he say?”
Amen
With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
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