It feels great to be back home after so long. Never in my life that i stayed out for such a long period of time. Not even NS.
It’s not the stuffy air that greets me at night. Not the warmth in the room due to the unfortunate direction it faces that gives it more than the fair share of sun it wanted. It’s the familiarity. The same old bed with the same comfortable bedsheet that is coated with dirt, due to the fact that the room is right above a main road.
In view of the festivals that are coming in the next year, and considering this might be the only break that i will have in a while (yes i need to do a summer again next year and one more good internship to booast my prospect in finance sector), i started tidying up my room. I am taking all the time i have, because i want to make sure that it’s going to be very very clean at the end of the day. So far i have only cleaned out my closet.
No more unnecessary memories of the loser JC days, the unfortunate NS days and the dark sec sch days.
It’s all about the present, isn’t it always the case?
Bro has coerced the parents that we need boardband at home. Wireless. Isn’t that great? Once they fixed it up i am going to play AuditionSEA and surf the net right in the comfort of my room.
The SAFRA AVventura is a happy experience, though the aftermath swollen knees are still there. Might be the endless shopping trips that i embark on after the race. Nevertheless everything is great. They seem to be recovering, though they still feel pretty weak. The organisers of the race are great people too. I just realised that my commenter earlier on is an UIAA route judge. During our correspondance it never came across to me that he is elitist or anything along that line. I felt that my feedback was taken seriously, though again it’s nothing that important. I am happy after receiving my prize, though i haven’t seen the medals that are going to my collection which will be put up in my room after this round of spring cleaning.
The prize money has been used up. I treated myself to Hans with that money. Mrs Chongky too. And her family a take-away dinner from coffeeshop outside to thank them for the Crystal Jade treat that Mrs Chongky brought me along. The rest went to my 18 kg dumbbells which i lugged home all the way from Serangoon in my unfit state.
I’m happy. I mean after so many years of looking forward to having my own set of dumbbells i finall have one. Probably can’t do much now, but it beats not working out at all at home. It’s strange that after all these years of convincing myself that i do not need a set because of the close proximity of gym at CDANS and then school, that now i finally bought the dumbbells.
It’s just like the pull-up bar story. I thought it would be good to have it, but i don’t need it. Nevertheless i was glad when my bro bought it.
Now i’m once again wiped out, i have decided to resort to Mummy for sponsorship for that AR clothes and a new pair of running shoes. The old pair gave up on me at the race, with the heel cushion coming loose and finally going missing at the kayaking leg. Probably Nor has already found them in her Capri. LOL.
To add to my dire financial state i have finally decided that i want to do something else than training for salsa performance. This decision puts my teaching career at risk. Needless to say, i think this is necessary if i am going to continue once again ballet next sem at SDT after that eventful trial lesson. Where am i going to find the time if i don’t give up something?
I have went though a meeting with the stats prof who shortlisted me for his stats B TA next sem. I hope i get it. I hope it’s going to be only two TAs. I need the money. Even if it doesn’t come now, but knowing that i am going to be paid later will at least lend some comfort. Furthermore i know i will relish the prospect of being offered a working space on the TA / RA floor. That’s definitely the best way to mug hard for the 3 econs modules next sem.
Anyway results came out, most of them. I have a historical C-. Other than that all is good. I wonder if any prof would want me as TA. Not outstanding in class but at least solid.
In any case i am leaving for home now. Sitting in a GSR all by myself in sch holiday is kinda sad. Back to home where i can lift my lovely dumbbells. They are ugly by Mrs Chongky’s standard. But they can make me lovely. And anything that makes me lovely are lovely in my opinion.
And later to pack some of the obscure memories into the plastic boxes to free out more space in my room.
