Butterfly Effect

Singapore is a tiny island, known to most who have some basic geographical knowledge.
Singapore is tiny to the point that's scary, known to me.

When I first noticed on Facebook that every single of my local friend is somehow connected to one another, I was terrified.
I feel being watched, I feel that there is a big black net above me and small little voices coming from every corner.
It's noisy and disturbing.

Imagine one day you slept with a guy, who happened to be your ex-boyfriend's ex-girlfriend's current-boyfriend.
Well, I never got myself sucked into such a hole. Nevertheless, such a thing is always possible and obviously happening.
Just look around.

Let's recall the classic saying that "Gossip is the foundation of friendship."
So whenever there is a relationship status change on facebook, (let alone the exposition of tons of "bad habit" or secrets), the number of friendships increases vaguely. So do the phone bills.

Amazing butterfly effect.

Sometimes this social networking thing is too much for me, no matter when it comes to Facebook, MSNSpace or other shits like that.

But, let's not play the anti-social card, 'cause i am not.

the hopeless crush.

Bala dragged me to this bar, and then this club.
I've been complaining about not seeing cute guys around. I guess i will have to add this word "straight" before "guys".
There are certainly tons of hot guys in Singapore, and they are not only hot, they are chilly, pepper, they are sparkling.

Txxxx is a small club, with the number of female customers being less than 10. Half naked men were dancing all night long like its nobody's business. I spent 3 hours inside, totally enjoyed myself.

I always had a perfect balanced relationship with all my gay friends. In the sense of that I was never attracted to any of them, regardless how beautiful or smart they are. HOWEVER, through the entire night, starting from the first glance at the bar, even until right now, I could not stop thinking about this guy who is hot like a volcano. After dancing with him body to body for an extremely short 5 mins, I was totally hooked. Totally. The most perfect feature on this planet that I have ever seen.

But lets revise the main point, he loves boys.

This is my most hopeless and helpless crush.

And wake up, Ling.

Oral Test

I always hate these two words, Oral and Test. 

And When they come together, the world shakes.

Apparently my tiny little world just collapsed after the German ORAL TEST few hours ago. 

I have certainly done an bad job. Well, Oh well. Oh well. Oh well. 

The German Tutor pointed to a ridiculous looking graphic with some statistics on it and asked me , " So, in 2003 wohnten mehr Studenten mit den Eltern als 2000. Warum?" (Compare to 2000, there were more students  living with their parents in 2003. Why? )

Errr, I stunned, ask me in any language, i would not know the answer. 

Alright, here we go the official excuse, I do not want to waste effort on something that I am interested in but not that interested in. Something refer to German I II III IV, history modules, even, if I insist, the Maths modules. So here is the point, I officially forgive myself. 

I think I am behaving extremely childish above there

I bought a book. It is about food. Yes. it is. so the thing is that I bought such a book from NUS bookstore, while everybody else are probably eating their text books or sleeping with the text book opened, sitting on the face.  Good for you, man. 

Read few pages on two books with some sorts of long names. Let me call them western arts and paintings for now. Quite funky stuff. Alright, breadth for next year settled. 

Ensemble tech class is over for the sake of examination. But I do wanna go for tech class badly. You know once I stop dancing, stop scolding my dancers or getting scolded by my choreographers, I feel empty. 

So... Going for some ballet shit this weekend!

eat

Mir ist langweilig, obwohl Hausaufgaben jetzt machen ich musste. 

Ich habe die Spräche zwei Jahre gespracht, aber die ist noch absonderlich. 

Ich spreche noch schlechtes Deutsch. 

Just to speak for the sack of the test tomorrow. Guess German 5 is out of my way next semester. I can't handle it anymore, those fuckheads in class are too serious over a language module. 

after all these dance concerts,  i just can't stop eating. 4, 5 meals a day and i am in hunger of more.