Hermux-Tantamoq

I feel like I've been neglecting this website lately, and plan to change that.

I love you, whoever is reading this. I really do.

I've flown across the Atlantic Ocean into the United States of America to study.

To part with routine and flutter into the unknown with no one familiar to flutter beside is quite a conflicting feeling. On one end of the seesaw sits Liberation, on the other sits Potential Homesickness. Liberation is currently way heavier, but there's no telling when Potential Homesickness will turn into Kinetic Homesickness.

Thus far, I've driven an automatic car for the first time and witnessed thoughtful vandalism.



Also, I saw Spongebob and Mickey get busted by the police for not having permission to make picture-taking with them a commercial business.





Things are fun at present. All five senses are kicked upto 100% and all is fascinating. Hopefully the meters will continue to rise.

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1. Get out of the shower wet, cold and naked and dry yourself under a ceiling fan.
2. Wear socks for more than 6 hours, then take them off slowly and dramatically, re-familiarising yourself with your bare feet.
3. Use escalator-railings as parallel bars right at the end of your ride and make a spectacular disembarkation off the machine. I've animated a stick-figure to demonstrate the same:
   
4. Bite your cone of ice-cream at the bottom and suck the ice-cream out of your newly made opening.
5. Wait for the perfect moment, then press the Drama Button www.dramabutton.com/ while talking to someone on the phone. Note: keep your computer's speakers on.
6. Lay some bubble wrap on the floor. Run from an adequate distance and jump upon it, causing fifty simultaneous mini-explosions.
7. After coming home on Friday, advance the Day/Date setting on your phone and/or clock and/or watch etc. to Saturday so that it seems to be Saturday when it's actually Friday. (On Saturday, it'll seem to be Sunday...) This way, you may gain 24 hours of your weekend anytime during your weekend!
8. Pour a certain amount of normal white adhesive* (i.e. glue) onto your hand. After it dries out, peel the transparent layer of cellophane-like coating off your hand.
   _{*Do NOT use super-glue.}
9. Chew on a plastic straw.
10. When inside an elevator moving upwards, jump nimbly using your toes a second before the elevator comes to a halt.
11. Consume something edible that alters the colour of your tongue.
12. Play TheMirrorGame™ over a video call on your computer. Rules involve one side doing silly movements and the other side trying to mirror the same silly movements.
13. Play a song you know all the lyrics to and sing along with it. Somewhere in the middle, mute the volume but continue to sing the song. After a while, turn the volume back up and check if the singer and you are still in sync.
14. Deliberately place your feet within squares while walking on footpaths/floors/walkways in public.
15. Flip your pillow at night.

I've spent years of my life waking up early and going to a place for six hours, five days a week, one hundred and ninety-something days a year. And now that the chains that bound me to that place are finally unshackled, I can welcome a fresh wave of newness into my life. And yes, I will be going to college. Applause.

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As the title may or may not suggest, I'm in Singapore - the city of fines, awesome accents and perfect roads. Due to its tiny size, it's run like a multinational corporation. You feel like you're on a mission with everyone around you on even more important missions. The people are sheep, free to roam the pasture that is Singapore. It's the exact opposite of Sin City.

Apart from getting used to living in a dorm for a month, I'm in love with the sidewalk network here. The feeling of being a pedestrian here is that of what I imagine a beer mug would feel when it's slid down the counter in movies. And contrary to what people may believe, there's a lot to do in this tiny place... which includes getting shot into the air at a quay. But there are several other things you can't do, which are made evident by the authorities by its many signboards. No jaywalking. No urinating. No spitting. But the sign that really caught my attention was this:



Those things must really smell like mule dung.

Have you ever noticed that life always introduces a certain element, usually absolutely new, that requires getting used to and then gradually takes away the newness of that element, leaving you craving for something else to get used to? And when we get that new-something, we can never appreciate it. We claim that we'll only be able to appreciate it when it's not-so-new but when it fulfills even that condition (after we spend time on it, might I add), we're unable to see the beauty in it.

Old things suck. New things suck.

Ah, humans. Ever-so stupid.

That said, there will be a pile of exams in the next couple of months. Impending doom clouds the skies above me. If I must survive this fail-ter, however, I will survive with my dignity atop me. The curvy statistics shall forever soar towards infinity. I care not falls are steeper, I will remain tanθ tending towards π/2.

Colours will fuse the offhand bitmap.



Most importantly, I must know how you've been doing.