reading everyone else's blogs has made me realise that my life recently has been, well, mediocre. nothing terrible, nothing ecstatic, just the same old boring things and the wheels keep on spinning.

even if i wanted an emo moment, there would be nothing to emo about. the parents are being cohesive albeit at a total loss as to what to do with themselves now that my sister is not in the house. nowadays my dad and mom run up and down the stairs for no reason to try and irritate me for fun. it's mildly annoying, but impenetrable to the fortress of mental preparation which i have been building ever since i knew about her trip. anyway, it's not all bad either- my mom is now so free that she cooks me all my favourite soups and keeps stocking up on all my favourite meiji crackers and apples, AND she even washes and peels punnets of longans for me! haha, tell me where i'd get such service if i was living on hostel grounds :P

work is piling up as expected, but i feel that i am surprisingly handling it all pretty well. nothing fazes me these days, not even files full of metabolic pathways which i am supposed to memorise by the end of tonight. haha! who would have guessed that there are a million different ways to store and build fats?

classmates are becoming nicer, and i am beginning to feel less paranoid that they're all backstabbers who spend their lives mugging away. only half of them are like that. i have discovered that my anat group is actually kinda nice, except that i hate them for bursting my bubble concerning my expected starting salary. $1600 for housemanship? WTF?! do they expect us to eat air? apparently that's even less than what part-time maids get paid, and i don't think maids have to inspect people's urine or catheterise private regions. i need to start saving up to buy a house, dammit. if i was a chain smoker i could cut down on my cigarettes and put the money in the bank to earn interest, but since i don't smoke, there is not much i can do.

in fact i have resigned myself to the fact that i will be poor till i am 40, but that's ok because everybody knows money cannot buy you happiness; it can only buy you shoes and cars. and when you die you can't take your possessions to heaven, so they will all have to be willed away to ungrateful grandchildren. therefore, love is more important. and i love mark! really i do :) and sometimes i feel like a horrible person because i know deep down that i am really a mean bitch and he's altogether too tolerant and sweet to me, especially when i get into my Moods and sulk about in my morose face even when he does everything to make me happy. heehee, i think i am being pampered!

anyway, since my life is so boring i have decided to take up a hobby after the CAs. i'm going to dance, yay! i thought of starting ballet again but decided against it since my calves cannot afford to get any fatter. so i'm gonna do jazz ballet! or maybe classical jazz. but definitely not hiphop because it's just too cool for me. i like only poshness, and style.