forsaken.

Haven't blogged in a very long time and I figured since the term break is here, I should post something.
And in the time that I have forsaken my blog, I have hurt my knee twice, visited Hong Kong and started school on a new campus.

I'm not going to lie, starting school on a clean slate has got me very excited however the constant anxiety of wether I'll find new good friends and get to the correct location on campus on time drove me absolutely insane. Campus is so big that I need to constantly use a map of the campus off the internet to avoid getting lost. But in all the troubles and worries, I am thankful for my close friends from secondary school who I'm still in contact with 7 weeks into the new school term because honestly, I wouldn't be able to survive. It's not like they sent a helicopter and lifted me out of the locations where I got lost in, it's just that knowing that you still have people to talk to and laugh with and confide in pulled me through the slight culture shock. Nonetheless I am enjoying school. Being freed from the torture of waking up at 6am and helicopter teachers has granted me energy to keep awake as well as the independent studying that I've always longed for.

Studying the tiny little microorganisms had me marvelling at God's intricate designs and also extremely paranoid now that I know the tiny little things that exist on my palms. The other day I walked passed a foot massage shop and couldn't help but cringe. It was the sight of people paying other people to smear and transfer all that microorganisms from their hands which would later feast on what ever nutrients their feet can provide. ugh. Like that say knowledge is power, more like the power become increasing disgusted.

This week, I've been researching on BOTOX and Breastfeeding for my school project. I feel that need to tell the word especially the police so if I were to get shot dead (TOUCH WOOD AH) <-- hey getting down with the lingo there *smirk* they wouldn't think I'm some superficial bimbo considering having a perky face and getting pregnant. No way. Although I do look forward to explain the boob and the cross section of the boob and how it produces milk in class. The inner paedo has always had this dream. hehhehehe heheheheh hehehheehhe.

Lately, I've been into listening to Sarah Bareilles' music because she's one of those artist who writes heart felt lyrics and not SEX SEX SEX SEX which I honestly find revolting. I can't wait for Sara Bareilles' new album :)