Yes, afraid it's true. It's like this. If plain hot tea is the caffeine equivalent of smoking cigarettes, then bubble tea is the caffeinated-equivalent of chewing tobacco. Sip, chew, sip, chew, sip, chew... Could do this for hours, and sometimes I do wonder if I could just ask the bubble tea vendor to just pour the whole pitcher of milk tea into the bubble bucket that they scoop the bubbles out of, and just hand me over the whole thing. My addiction is not helped by the fact that the vendor is in the food court directly across the PGP central walkway from me.
So if you're wondering why there has been such a delay in writing a new post since the last one, well, I wish my answer to you was, "I was busy studying". But I think the answer is more like, "Dicking around". Haha dicking. I've just heard that expression a lot these days, and I like it. What do I mean by dicking around? Watching movies, hanging out with friends, making new friends, eating out, playing tennis, basically doing anything but sit down and study, until the night before the test when I'm frantically throwing papers all around the room and trying to speed-read through my notes as fast as possible.
Ugh. exams. I have one more left, on Tuesday, done 3 so far. Those past 3 were all horrible, I have no idea what to expect of them. Taking them though seriously reminded me of taking the AP tests back in high school. Super stressed. Super security. Super strict on rules. It's not worth explaining all the details and nuances here, but basically the school doesn't trust the students one bit. And for 60% of your grade in such a competitive school, I can't say I blame them. So this is what it feels like to be Asian, huh guys? I finally get it. Now take me back to America please!!
Oh but after the last exam I took, I did get to have a new bit of fun. Instead of taking the campus shuttle bus back to my residence dorm, I rode back with a friend who has a motorbike. That was the first time I ever rode a motorbike in Asia, and I was riding behind him without a helmet and just clutching the seat. The turns and the speed-bumps (NUS has a lot of these) were sometimes a bit scary, but the overall experience was what I would call the best ride in town I've had so far on those whole trip. Screw the canned-sardine MRT/buses. And the smelly, over-airconned taxis. Riding out in the open on a little motorbike, darting through the traffic, is the best way to travel Singapore. Strangely, you don't see many motorbikes here compared to other Southeast Asian countries, but I don't see why not, they're too much fun to pass up.
Back to studying. I have a ton of random thoughts now, but probably none too related to Singapore. And I look out my window and see the hordes of students bent over their books day and night, what a life this is... Just need to keep up
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