Love London

Since this seems to be the genuinely overseas-student thing to do, I shall indulge! It's fantastic coming back to London...finding cheap student eats (hence satisfying the cheapo in me) in the midst of Piccadilly Circus no less, and then being able to stroll home past Trafalgar...the feeling is just indescribable. I'd like to thank my housemates for lugging me out the door after all.

And of course, the incredibly fast download speeds. I've downloaded at least 9 movies over two nights! Haha...who needs TV?

Then of course, the fact that I get to doll up my own room. I've since been to Ikea to buy myself a crossbar for some shelves I bought last year (and couldn't set up without the crossbar, doh), as well as the loveliest plant in the world! In honor of Richard Hammond (and because I've been watching Top Gear), I shall name it Oliver. So I was sitting at Mitcham Junction Train Station with YZ (housemate), after having insisted we should buy two massively bulky barstools because they were on discount, and poor YZ had to carry them back because....well, I suck. So anyway I was sitting at the station, holding a glass bowl, metal sticks and a plant, feeling for all the world like the head of the beggar sect. Predictably, at the tired haziness that 10 hours of school brings, YZ and I found that ridiculously funny, and probably scared a great deal of the local fauna from the crazy asian people.

Oh well...school's started, and we've hit the ground running. From Monday to Friday, I've had gruelling 10 hour days, which most people will know is culture shock for me. Then from next week, we're on rotations everyday (postings to hospitals). In addition to a huuuge A4 sized book of nothing but...learning objectives. From cursory multiplication, I estimate that book contains about...5-6 THOUSAND learning objectives. Wee!

Don't do medicine, kids.

New beginnings...again!

Aha, I've finally summoned up the necessary dose of shame to summarily eradicate the previous string of posts on my blog, and go back to writing my regular rubbish. Well, not regular in any sense of the word I suppose.

Its always so strange to look back on what you've written, and think about how it was in that crystal moment when you were possessed to write bilge, and compare it to the bilge you currently pen. It makes you giggle. Or cringe. But whichever response it invokes, its always interesting, and to a certain degree enlightening.

The recent tour was really amazing. I always feel blessed to be able to be part of such a wonderful group of people. In a really curious way, the sheer wholesomeness of the entire experience really sparked this ridiculous longing for home within me. I've often spoken about how the longer I'm away from home, the less compulsion I have to return to it? Whatever connection I may have felt to London is now wiped, helped along no doubt by my speedy change of accommodation, or lack thereof.

The horror of it all is; the constant longing for home makes my mind skip away every few minutes or so, which makes it completely impossible for me to properly concentrate on my upcoming exams in 1.5 weeks. Every possible distraction (like writing in this blog) is promptly seized and devoured eagerly. The need for me to finish this exam properly is very real: expectations abound after all, mostly from myself.

But really, I just want to go home.

New house

I'm thinking that no one really checks this space anymore, so I've decided to just post a wee bit about my house, and then maybe release more information when more interest is expressed.

Yes, I crave attention.

Straight to the point, thats the grand entrance to the grounds of the estate wherein my house lays. St Davids Square. I would give out exact addressess, but I fear incurring a flood of mail from my e'er so devoted friends.

And that's the main transportation to my place. Dockland's Light Railway (DLR), which is essentially a monorail through the most beautiful, unpolluted parts of London. I've got a view of the River Thames from the balcony, and Greenwich Village lies o'er the banks. Its an hour commute to campus, but its a damn sight worth it. Corny references to Island Gardens aside, this place is seriously like home with air-con in the streets.

If I did manage to shamelessly accrue any responses by my blatant whining, I'll post more soon with pictures of the house itself, along with the facilities *winkswimmingpoolwink*.

Till then, toodledoo!

I'm not obsessive. Just obsessed.