Typing from my hostel
Hello, hello, hello. I'm here, spending my first night at my hostel. How am I feeling now? Excited? Afraid? Homesick?
Actually, I'm not having any feelings now, except feeling a little tired, and its only 9.45pm. For people who know me well, they will know that I'm a late night person. I normally stay up till 1 or 2am.
Haha. Well, I'm feeling a little weary because of the constant running around these few days. Firstly, my dad has been forcing me to drive the car. That's fine. The worse thing is, I can't park the car. I just passed my driving test and I can only do parking with my four poles. Without the poles in position, I'm simply clueless!
Maybe that's why my favourite driving instructor, Isdhar messaged me jokingly to say, "Let me know if you need any poles=)".
Actually, I'm beginning to regret even taking the lessons. My parking sucks. I nearly hit the next car the other day while parking in the parking lot near my house. Luckily my dad was there to bang on my car first to get me to stop.
Next thing is that I didn't know moving into a hostel was so much trouble. My parents and I made so many trips here at King Edward VII Hall, NUS, just to move my stuff in.
Today, I ran round campus just to find out why the internet wasn't working in my room. Sigh.
I don't even have the time to study. I heard that the mid term tests are coming. So fast, I haven't settled down yet, and they tell me its going to be midterm already. Nonsense.
Sigh, alright, now. Gonna go bathe and have a good night's rest. Tomorrow will be another day...