i wanted to blog about how i arrived in singapore last night, about how i overpacked yet again, how my dad bumped the parked van in front of 

*knock on door. i answer. orientation seniors. amazing how they think i'm perfectly fine.*

our car at the airport, and stunning an old lady who was almost hit, about how my kilos of excess baggage AND excess hand baggage were thankfully ignored, how i coughed and coughed and coughed so much i thought i'd spit out my pancreas all the way to singapore, in the airport where i momentarily got lost and in the taxi driven by an uptight uncle,  about how i waved at someone who looked like ivy when i saw her in kent ridge hall but it turned out to be some stranger who also cheerfully waved back, about how AMAZINGLY wonderful kent ridge hall is with its luxurious facilities, and about how incredibly stressful my day was today [solo meeting with a kind lady from the admissions, Qualifying English Test, and THREE unsuccessful and ultimately stupid attempts to have my medical checkup].

i wanted to blog about all those, but right now, i feel so fucked up and bloody depressed.

don't ask. i hope amazing race tonight at 10 will keep me back afloat.