here in my university, and i’m guessing in many places all over America and the world, the air is pure electricity. people here are pouring out into the streets and screaming in happiness. there is much celebration to be had :)

Barack Hussein Obama is the 44th President of the United States of America.

the final moments are here!

Obama is leading so far!!

is it possible to find true love at a Halloween party? maybe somewhere among this throbbing, snaking, complex mess of bodies and nerves, lies a heart - big, red and protected; needing air, needing me. or maybe not. maybe there are no hearts left in this world, and everything needs nothing. i’ve spent two hours here so far. there are boys rubbing their hands all over me and grinding their uninvited bodies against mine. i shimmy uninterestedly, occasionally smacking roving hands away. the alcohol is bubbling nicely to my head. i feel happy. i feel angry that he hasnt called. i sing along loudly to that silly American Boy song. i take many pictures with fellow sailor girls. but all the while, i’m keeping an eye out for my true love. my The One. there is an infinite expanse of quiet within me each time i survey the room. and suddenly i spot this one guy. he’s Julius Caesar, sitting at the bar alone, complete with leafy garland-upon-head. he’s kinda chubby, but intense - i can see it in his eyes. he’s also nice - i can see it in his hands. briefly, i am mesmerized. i contemplate going up to talk to him, but there seems to be barricade after barricade of sweaty humans in between us. nothing meant to be is ever this difficult. and so i turn around, back to Pirate Guy who seems pretty intent on protecting me from other guys although we don’t even know each other’s names, and back to Pretty Korean Boy With Chest Hair. party! at 3am i turn around to find Caesar gone. he’s left. nothing meant to be is ever easy.

people always say, boys will be boys. i begin to reflect on the truth in that statement as i am groped at for what feels like the millionth time that night. as i watch eager couples - strangers to each other just an hour ago - make out against the wall like mating spiders, i wonder if the girls have boyfriends. and if the boys have girlfriends. is it possible to find true love at a Halloween party? conversely, is it possible to lose true love at a Halloween party?

the Pope, however, was very blessed with the ladies that night:

many more Halloween pics to come :) i was a sailor girl this year!

yesterday i woke up in singapore. glass of water on my left. Polar Bear’s fuzziness just underneath my toe. pitch blackness even at 12 in the afternoon. kisses and warmth from underneath crisp shirts. takeout lunch from bloodtype or food republic. pan mee - my favorite! bowls, newspapers, coffee table, me, him, laughs, pouts, curling up in laps. quick naps in the guestroom while the plastic plant flips and flops precious seconds away. scruffy. handsome. goodbyes at the door but i know i’ll see him again in 5 hours. lazy hazy blurry. yesterday i woke up in new york.

things i did over the weekend:

- staffed for a mock Enron committee for a model UN conference. that took up most of the weekend but it was mucho fun! i was a Republican National Committee representative (gasp). then i was the MD of Corporate Restructuring for Bank of America. then i was a cop who arrested half the board. then i was the attorney for Ken Lay. i was also Hu Jintao for a bit, but most of the time i just sat around eating cookies in the crisis room.

- crashed an early halloween party with the glorious malaysian ID that alloweth underage scoundrels entrance into any party because it stateth not thy birthyear. said halloween party was a very good gauge of what halloween costumes NOT to buy! too many ladybugs, bumblebees and nurses…

- discovered the heavenly deliciousness of ‘Pan-fried Noodle’. essentially yee mee, which i already know and love, but whatever, chinese food in america is a whole new and different world. Pan Fried Noodle ftw! with shrimp!!

- witnessed an indian guy from Bombay saying “tiu lei tiu lei pokai pokai!”

- a floormate asked if Singapore was Malaysia’s capital!!!!!! YES. i knew this day would one day come. but my excitement was quickly dashed when another floormate piped up and said - and i quote this verbatim - “Singapore is an independent city-state that used to be part of Malaysia and then seceded in the 1960’s. Culturally, and to an extent, historically, it may as well be still part of Malaysia.” this is the same guy who writes the most excellent facebook notes on the 2008 presidential race. i am not kidding; that stuff is New York Times material. i am a little bit scared of this guy now. i think he’s way too smart.

- trawled around the upper west side at 4 in the morning looking for pancakes. ended up not finding any, but a McDonalds instead, which serves up a cheeseburger with ketchup that looks so sloppy and gross that you will first wrinkle your nose at it, but then you will later decide that it is actually pretty good after you take a bite or two. i trawled with Marc, a guy from a country so small, you cant even see it on the map. no, he’s not Singaporean. if you can guess which country he’s from, i’ll give you one buck! clue: it’s in Europe and is not Vatican City.

- woke up with a burning headache from caffeine overdose three days in a row. for two out of those three days, i had a red bull hangover that was so bad, i would spout rubbish when the situation required me to talk. an example: “su ann, what’s the dining hall serving for lunch?”, to which i answered after a 5-second pause, “Herodotus would not be pleased because there’s not enough meat”. i swear to god. i’m so lucky this only happened after i took my midterms. sigh. no more red bull or vietnamese coffee for me. midterms week is teh louseh. i dread finals week.

- speaking of midterms, it is 4 down and 1 more to go. i totally tanked for my Lit Hum midterm because (as usual) i spent too long on one essay and didnt have time for the other, but i think i kicked enough butt in the other two. Frontiers of Science allows for a cheat sheet during midterm, and i put together the most awesome cheat sheet ever!!!!!, if i may so myself :D i am crossing my fingers for an A.

- camwhored with two delectable Mile High Club attendants at a college party. to my surprise, one of them is a senior from college, who at first glance, is a super cute and super innocent looking girl. i was scandalized! i mean, she brings to our meetings cookies that she baked herself!! (she later reveals that she did this while she was sloshed in the wee hours of the morning):

- put myself on a bubble tea quota because i think my bubble tea consumption is reaching dangerous levels. at the rate i am going, i could die of starch poisoning. or malnutrition, seeing how i always forego spending money on meals just so i can spend that $2.95 on bubble tea. so now, i am on a strict thrice-a-week bubble tea allotment. no more than that. no more.

- slowly read through a whole bunch of application essays from this year’s applicants. lots are applying to columbia, which i think is good, and some of them have written excellent essays. i am very proud! :) but the other day, someone sent me her teacher recommendation letter and asked me how she can improve it, and i was extremely annoyed to find that her letter was practically a carbon copy of my own teacher recommendation. the only possible cause of this is that my teacher sent HER teacher the letter he wrote for me, because no one else has seen this letter except for me and him. i am annoyed because i tried telling her that, and she just dismissed it like it was no big deal (”oh haha i guess our teachers just know each other then”). wtf. i’m also annoyed that there are applicants who got hold of essay topics that successful Malaysian ivy league applicants wrote about, and have no qualms about copying these ideas. see, this is precisely the reason why i didnt want to write the Essay section of my guide. i am disappointed.

- i sloshed wine into my eye :( it still hurts.

- learned how to say ‘Zut alors!!!!’ in perfect intonation and accompanying facial expression. you also kinda have to hold your palm up vigorously. ZUT ALORS!!!! ZUT ALOOOORRRSS!

- got cool stuff in the mail :)

- discovered that Cookie Monster has no nose

- a funny sign in the pantry of a suite that i found while traipsing through some residence halls one cold night:

and then above the sink, there was the most hilarious sign scolding fellow suitemates for not clearing food from their plates when they put them in the sink. it’s so true okay… the sink in the pantry on my floor is the most disgusting sight ever. there are remnants of chow mein take-out in the sink drain, ambiguous gray stains all over the counter, used teabags and containers just lying around.. and microwaveable pasta sauce stalactite all over the microwave oven. ew. not that any of these things should stop you from applying to my wonderful college…

- and lastly, i have not been studying enough for econs midterm on monday. which is why i should get my butt offline now and into the library. byeeee, all!

p/s : severe lack of pictures because a) i keep forgetting to take my camera out with me and b) macbooks dont have inbuilt cardreaders, and it’s such a pain to keep turning on my barely-alive former laptop to transfer photos. bah :(

hello there.

are you happy today?