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I'm not even going to study now cos it's just 24 hours more and I think my subconscious is already there even if time isn't. But hoohoohoooray in advance. Because tomorrow this time I'll be drinking my gluteus maximus off. 

And I've already got so much planned. First and foremost I'm going to give my bathroom a total scrub over, which has been neglected during the 4 years I've been here. And by scrub over, I mean literally brushing it with a toothbrush. For some reason, using a scrubbing brush does not actually work in removing those pesky water stains. I've already started with the tiles in the shower area, moving onto the glass divider, and after that all surfaces outside the shower. I don't know if you know, but I need my toilet spotlessly clean. Of course I get lazy once in a while and let mould and mildew invade it, but there's only so much gunk I can take before it needs to be washed over. 

Then I'm going to get some decorative stickers from g-market to liven it up a little, because the white-beige shade it is in, while soothing, is not really my thing.


After that it's time to clear the shit I've accumulated from NUS over the past 4 years. I also want to sell some books, since I hardly have use for them now that I have my Kindle. Some of them are even brand new from my Europe trip 2 years ago, where I went MAD at Borders and picked up 3 for 10/20pounds books like they were free! Next clothes, next winter clothes, next bags, next shoes, next random stuff accumulated in 21 years. My room shall be spartan by the time I'm done. I wonder who/where I can donate these things to. What I really want to do is send a parcel over to some random country in Africa where children and adults there are in need of books and clothes. But then I always think that they would appreciate food and money even more.

The reason I want to clear everything is because I want to paint my wall! White is a great colour and all, but I need a pop of colour! I think my parents would flip if I painted it in rainbow stripes though. Hmm.

"When he saw Julia, he searched himself for the old love he used to feel for her. It wasn’t gone, but it was a dull, distant ache, still there but healed over—just the shrapnel they couldn’t remove." - The Magicians, Lev Grossman

Still there, but healed over.

Dive weekend, saw a turtle and a mother of all giant nudibranch. It was pretty good overall, and I can't wait to get wet again.

WHENNN!!!

Suddenly reminded of something I used to do when I was a kid:

I would use red plastic bags and cut up blue plastic bags into strips to make red and blue parachutes. Then I would hole-punch them and use some sort of rope to tie a toy figurine (I remember it was a soldier, probably my brother's) to it. AND THEN, I would throw the thing out of the window (I lived on the 8th floor) and race down to see if I was faster than it. I think I never was - the parachute probably didn't function that well. Although I did get smarter once, and asked my brother to throw it out of the window while I waited below.... only to have a huge gust of wind blow it into a neighbour's house. Our soldier was killed in action and we never recovered his body. But great fun it was.

Educated OUT of creativity. Pity much.

As you all know, I have a dog, and he's called Power. Right now he's 1 year and 2 months old.


Oh I know, maybe just one picture...

My parents got him in July while I was 15000km away. And I would get them to let him Skype with me, because I was scared he would treat me like a stranger when I returned.

That never happened. I was family from day 1. :)

Right now he's the cutest nugget of joy who owns the house. And as I speak, he's sleeping right under the wheels of my chair and I'm so afraid of even getting up because it might cause the chair to move and roll onto him.

His daily routine begins at 7am. That's when my parents wake up. He's not allowed in their room, so he waits excitedly outside the door (which is not closed) until my father gets out of bed, and then runs in the moment my dad stands up. Same for my mom.

I don't know what happens between 7 until about 10-ish, because 10 is when I wake up. I have a good guess though. Before I wake up, I always hear a whining outside my door. I know it's him wanting to get in. I'm just too lazy to get out of bed to open the door.

At 10 he's finally let into my room and follows me to the toilet. He's learned by now that if I switch off the aircon and fan, I'll be going downstairs and he'll wait by the door once he hears the "beep" of the aircon. Otherwise, he'll find a comfy spot and sleep, like what he's doing right now.

Depending on who's at home, he pretty much spends the rest of the afternoon sleeping. Unless it's shower time, like today, where he'll hide under the small coffee table that houses our telephone once he sees me holding the towel I use to dry him with. Also depending on when I eat lunch, that's when he eats his, and only if I stand in the kitchen and watch him eat. It's no wonder he got skinnier while I was away.

He takes 2 walks - one at 11am, and a longer walk at 6pm. He has had about 6 escape attempts already. His head is so tiny, he's learned to reverse to get out of his harness. So far we've bought 5 different harnesses. At least the one we're using now works. That was after my father got a scare because he escaped and dashed across Clementi Road while I was away. I almost cried when I heard what he did. I thank his gods for not letting some huge container truck drive by at that moment. He would have had no chance.... :( And I wouldn't even get to say goodbye... :(

Some dogs sniff humans, some dogs play with other dogs... my dog's obsessed with trees. He wants a squirrel badly, and he's determined to catch one.

When it's finally dark, his detective urges go into overdrive. Besides squirrels, his other obsession is lizards. And he spends the goddamn bloody night looking for one (and barking madly when he does eventually spot one). He climbs onto the sofa and stands on his hind legs, he jumps onto the TV-rack, he runs to walls and again stands up to get a better view.... sometimes I feel he'll learn to walk someday just so it would bring him closer to the lizards and squirrels. And yes, he can jump standing up.

I think he has tamed down a lot since the first day I saw him, although he's still crazy and always jumps down the last three or four steps. He's also getting more obedient by the day, or at least understands more. We just wish he'd stop stepping on his own pee!!! Although I do like one quirk about him - you know how it's instinct for dogs to poo on grass? Not this dog. We walk him for at least half to one hour, and he poos only when he's back. Maybe he's shy... but it shares my dislike for poo-ing outside home.

He's getting more affectionate too. Sometimes he sits by your chair, and that's when you know he wants some cuddling. Recently he's pick up the habit of jumping onto me while I'm on the chair. He needs to lean against something, preferably human, when he sleeps. If you're watching the TV and on the sofa, he'll come up next to you and cuddle when he's finally bored of his lizards (but only for maybe 10 minutes). He hates the floor, and will sleep on every soft, pillowy surface if possible. He likes to stare out of the window, which is what he's doing now. And he hates to be alone. On occasions where I successfully sneaked out of my room, he rushes down in a great hurry the moment he realises I'm gone. Oh did I mention, his favourite food is chicken and he can smell my mom preparing it from my room (upstairs).

I think my father did something very smart for once. Because of Power, I honestly don't see myself going away for a long term if he can't come with me. And you know how much I need to travel...

Power, you know I love you right?