twentythree y.o. geographer, barista, yoga practitioner. University College London. born and bred in the lil' island of Singapore. constantly searching for answers. extremely flawed, especially when it comes to imposing standards on others, expecting too much, not knowing when to close her mouth (to shut the fuck up or to stop eating). too crazy for her own good and has to be taken with a massive handful of salt. adores backpacking, hitch-hiking, hill-walking, red wine, whiskey, cocktails, fine food and good conversations.
REMINDER:
"open your heart. someone will come. someone will come for you. but you'd have to open your heart first."
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| Thursday, September 19, 2013
◔ 9:47 PM // ✎ 0 comment(s) | ❝ FAR FAR AWAY~ ❞ |
Doing this mainly because I am waiting for my hair to dry :(
My first few days here have been pretty alright, and I think I am handling things pretty well. Obviously I could not have done it without my dearest father :P I think I am lucky to be in a family where everyone studied overseas. Everyone in my family is so calm - no tearful goodbyes or what-so-ever. My own brother did not even bother to send me to the airport!
So far I am pretty much done with unpacking. When I am fully done + I make everything look super nice and pretty, I will definitely take photos and show everyone :)
I have seen 3/4 of my fellow flat mates:
- A Beijing girl who is here for foundation year (Economics)
- An ABC (I think), here for the semester (Political Science)
- A Dutch girl here for the semester (Dutch)
I wonder though, why do people bother going for exchange programs during the fall semester? Honestly, it is only fucking three months. Imagine bringing all your things, traveling halfway around the world... Just for a three month exchange?
The shower closet (honestly it is too small to be called a room) is really tiny, while the toilet (seat) is very spacious. Something is wrong with their brains. The kitchen was really dirty but now it is a lot better, but still really fucking disgusting.
British food is fucking terrible. The food is also terribly unhealthy. Even their salad is swimming in dressing half the fucking time. British food + the lack of exercise = Fiona exploding. Fuck my life.
To be fair though, the food here of other cuisines are pretty good and really authentic.
Looking forward to cooking on my own again, cause I would like to eat healthier than all the shit I get now. The supermarkets are pretty well stocked with fresh vegetables :)
Having this huge throbbing pai
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Ok I evidently fell asleep afterwards HAHA hello this is me blogging on Day Four, 19th of September. Everything is pretty much done (I actually took a photo of my room and I will show you guys later haha). I probably burned more money than I have ever touched these few days than in my entire life.
Inclusive of my fucking crazy shopping spree at Regent Street today. *sigh*
My dad left today, I think I am good. For a moment he really looked a bit sad but then afterwards he was alright. Blessed that my entire family studied overseas.
Cannot help but still think about people who I should not ever ever care about anymore... :( Two persons have called me "the strongest girl that I (they) have ever known" these few days... I doubt it though.
Right now I am way too lazy I am just sitting on the chair and trying to stop myself from eating cause it is 9:46PM over here (see I really should not have gotten the fridge - it makes food so fucking accessible to me). I should be exercising. I need to exercise. If not I am just going to explode and die. Meh.
I hope I will be ok being alone. Need you guys so much these few days xx.Labels: college, daily, thoughts
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