been a week since my last entry

yesterday was my orientation day at tmc. i am a monash student. wow.

didnt know the building at capitol had a library even ! haha.
anyways, our textbooks and course materials were issued to us in red pasar-like plastic bags. and boy, were they heavy !!!!
lugged it around with yati, a new fren with a seemingly similar name as me.
somehow got ourselves on the train.
only to find out tt we were headed towards town.
yeah.
if only th books werent SO heavy. i could envision my fingers getting plastic burn (as opposed to rope burn)

seriously, my room's lyka pig sty.
confession: i still haven't cleared out my a level stuff which i had been meaning to clear since ever !!
all the junk all the scraps of paper.
all the photos that have yet to be sorted.
oh. my.

and i am sooooo going to see the specialist to seek advice about the condition of my right foot.
ie the corn field.
which is now like itching really badly.
mum suspects it's eczema.
my gut feeling tells me it's skin allergy.
cos the itch intensifies unbearably when my foot gets in contact with sand; tt day went to east coast, dipped my feet into the sea water... and boy oh boy.. and then the training day at jalan bahtera, went kayakking for a bit.. and now it's itching..
maybe...

been dreaming alot these days.
so much so that in my actual day i keep thinking of what happen in the dream.
things that happened. things that were said. people involved.
i really should wash my feet before sleeping uh.
and i'm always feeling feverish when i awake from my sleep.
maybe i ttm. think too much.

just read a quote today:
it's not so much of finding the right person, it's about being the right person

oh yes, tld myslf i'll write this portion on my blog :
at heeren there's this neoprint parlour;
one of the machines has this sign pasted on it ' this machine has two sides for decorations. are you on the right side' so please be aware!!!!
ddmbtp and i stood like two silly geese there waiting for our faces to appear only to realise a tad too late.
20 odd seconds to the end of decorating.
oh man.