疲れた。眠い。。。最近学校でたくさん試験があります。とてもたいへんです。。。
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before i get embarassed by my 3rd-grade japanese and die of mortification in a sad corner of my room, i must kb about myself.
everything, i believe, must be tried at least once.this included making goes at asking people go, trying new foods, doing new things.and what new stuff did i attempt this week?
first i went out in the wee hours of the daybreak to take night shots.im serious; i walked out, walked around for 1-2 hrs, took shots, looked around, walked back.then yesterday i camped overnight at macdonalds in an attempt to source for a viable location to study, considering rach always sleeps early, and the lounge is always taken...it was quite fruitful, i must say. but it would have been more eventful if the library was open after 9pm till morning so i could study in one shot instead of having to be mobile...

small boy asked if i was crazy when i told him what i was doing.maybe bah, but im definitely not emo heh. LUH. its just that sometimes i do exactly what i feel like doing without caring for the possible consequences or likely outcomes...
anyway i suppose it was rather useful.but weird people started appearing in the mac in the wee hours of the morning,so once it hit 5 30 am i bought breakfast and xiamed to the bus stop to take the first bus back...
then i had to complete the annoying field trip report...

come to think of it,the only two things that left a lasting impression were the butter maple syrup waffle and the mc donalds breakfast bagel that i ate... maybe because it was raining, and because i was alone...the maple syrup felt warm, sweet, a tad salty [with butter] but the taste was wonderful...and the bagel, which i ate while waiting for the first bus in the morning, was so assuring...

and when i found a muffin at my door today! mr m. ta paued for me! =)its the wonderful feeling of being remembered, and the exciting feeling of receiving something unexpected...that reminds me of the =3 smile i have secretly when jiejing gives me the subway cookie when we buy the set meal cause he doesnt like cookies.. =P blah, im so lucky! and small burst of joy i get when gf passes me small bits of stuff to eat when we meet during lecture...
looking back,i remember how irritating a kid i was; i loved mac breakfast and would pester my dad to bring me to eat it. funny how i found big breakfast expensive, even as a kid... the concept of money was ingrained in my mind so early.... perhaps it all started with the first day of primary school....

my mother had given me my first one dollar and given me a newfound freedom/autonomy to buy whatever i wanted from the school canteen... when i came back with packets of food, a wide smile on my chubby face, my mother smiled warmly for me and reminded me to return her the change.

i batted my not-so-long eyelashes, stared blankly for a while, then replied'what change?'
my mother just laughed.
ah, those were the days...
funny how food has therapeutic effects for me... its like a friend when you're in need, a companion when you're alone, some encouragement when you re down, a hug when you're tearing, some reward when you're ve done good...

looks like i ll never lose weight, at the rate this goes. eh? *smile**pulls layer of fat reserves at various places*
sigh.