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So many weeks has passed and I have not been back here. Well, I’ve been busy-as is obvious d-uh.

Well, now I’m kinda hooked on an MSN game called Helix. Not that I found it challenging or anything or that it is even thrilling BUT, I like the sound it makes when I form a trio or similar colours or even when I manage to get a flower……you hear the "kri..iing..sh" Exciting!

No thanks to a certain certain someone in my group, I am having an ulcer as a result of ALL that anger I had to suppress!

By the way, Happy Birthday to me!!

I decided to steal a quote from Eugene’s friends as the topic this morning. Then again, Ms Holly used it earlier this evening and, she had not heard the theory behind it from D-Man and the Pan before.

Reason: How difficult is it to understand what animism,centration, realism or even artificialism means? (even when you have illustrations given to describe it)

Answer: Apparently, very difficult.

Yup, 7 members in a group has trouble understanding the concept of those few terms - so that make us simple minds.

Sigh, presentation #1 just ended today and now I am left with 6 other projects to complete on top of tests, practicals and exams coming up-all with the same bunch of simple minds. Sometimes I wished I could simply just pack my bags, grab a ticket and just fly off to another amazing destination-far far away from here-away from the ‘Fantastic 7′. Psycho people would call me an escapist if I really did that. I don’t mind being an escapist if I had moolah in the first place.

Unfortunately, no matter how tempting that idea is, the thought of having to trawl through travel books and the internet just to get the information necessary for a solo traveller, is quite a turn off. Well, I could simply join a tour I guess BUT, that’s be too rushing and cramped. You’d see only the superficial beauty of the country you’re visiting. The clean and beautiful part of the country that would make you part with your money for worthless trinkets that costs a bomb.

To me, the experience is more enriching and exciting. It is real, nevermind that you end up spending more than a week covering only one city BUT, you actually live like a local and know it inside out. YOu take the train like the locals, take the bus like the locals, walk through the back alleys and shortcuts like the locals. Interact with the locals.

That’s why, after each trip with Ms Holly-I’d be bushed. Totally wiped out, energy and bank account. Unfortunately, experiencing local life is not cheap in europe. Usually it takes me at least about a full year or two to recuperate the expenses incurred and I’d be grounded till then and the urge is heavily suppressed and never brought up again.

Somehow, this time around, the ‘Fantastic 7′ has managed to-in simple minded terms, stoke the fire of travelling lust in me. It is so strong that everything I do or see reminds me of the last destination I’d been. It’s a like sticking a knife and twisting it in the heart when you know that you can’t do anything about it. Imagine, a cold gray and rainy morning in Singapore can conjure up images of a sub-zero night in Fatima.

What’s worse, everytime a discussion is brought up with the simple minded ‘Fantastic 7′ I really want to test the theory of working my way in another country, nevermind about the visa. I heard that in England you could work in chinatown without a visa till you’re caught…..hm…

After days of hot and humid weather, it finally rained!! Yippee!

Ironically, I chose to have a game of tennis this day as well and, my pair of Adidas shoes which travelled with me to greece and back more than 2 years ago, decided to rip apart from its soles-in school no less. Swell.

TO make things more embarrasing, I had to stinge abit by buying cheapo $4 glue to glue it back,only to watch the yellowish glue spill ALL over the floor and on to my hands. It was a real mess! Then, my classmate (Peter) was actually nice enough to help me glue the soles back for me without being asked while, 2 other classmates crowded round to witness it. How ‘exciting’!

So anyway, throughout the whole lecture, I contemplated running down to NOrthpoint to get myself a pair of tennis shoes. I couldn’t concentrate on the lecture at all while I kept my feet firmly planted on the floor to ‘add a little pressure’ to the soles so that it would stick. When lecture ended and I had to leave, I found that I actually had a cramped leg. ARgh! The day started out to nicely too!

Thankfully, the evening came along pretty quickly and I managed to pick up a new skill, tennis and totally enjoyed it! It was really exhilarating! Half the time I picked balls and imagined being Pete Sampras during a slow season.

Actually, I was pretty good at my service and towards the end of the 2 hours, I actually got into the groove of the game and was a little reluctant to end it.

Did I mention that I also threw my racket instead of hitting a ball? Well, I did. Yup another boo-boo. I guess it was only a matter of time something like that happens. Like the time I played bowling with Eugene & his friends (D-man and Mr Pan), and dropped the ball behind instead of infront. How embarrasing.

Ah, that will probably be the quote on my tombstone-"How embarrasing, life must be."