... About Procrastination and Broken Promises

Especially broken promises. There's just too much happening since I first began my new life here in college! Friends! Lessons! Teachers! The sky's the limit! Of course, by this point I'm very absolutely sure that none of you readers out there are believing anything I'm saying. For that, I apologise. I also apologise for the absence of  the promised photos of my most-illuminating Singapore trip. I know it's a Saturday morning as well, and as I have promised to update on Sundays and Fridays, I apologise for bullshitting. 

All remorse aside, I remember telling my friends that bets are on to see how long it would be before I forget about this blog completely. Well, not exactly forget - but procrastination definitely plays a huge role in my absence. Self-deprecating humour would very much be appreciated now. 

Right, so what happened the past few weeks? A lot. That much I can tell you, some unfortunately I do not wish to divulge here in such wide open (read: public) spaces. But first off, let me tell you that some of it has been amazing. Certain events more than others. Like the time I slipped and fell outside the Dining Hall? Larry, Mo and Curly would be so proud of me right then. Nyuk nyuk nyuk. It's true. The good Lord only knows what the college cleans their floors with because this wasn't the first time that happened. Hang on. Let me rephrase that: It wasn't the first time I slipped, but certainly the first time I fell. The first time taking place outside the academic room. It all happened so soon. You think you're late for class, power walk across the tile floors, grab the handle, pull it open and before you know it: you're yelling blue murder and gripping onto the door knob as your body contorts itself in the most awkward of positions. I kid you not, it all happened so fast yet so slow. 

                                        

Nyuk it up, you jerks.

The second time it happened, I had no frigging clue what the heck went on. It took me less than a second before I'm on my back and staring at the ceiling in disbelief while my friend had herself in tears and was doubling up with laughter. It doesn't get any better than this.

Note to college: If you're going to wax your floors or troll your students, please do so with little yellow sandwich-boards. My arm was even sticky upon touching the floor. 

Thin Lynn has thunk.

... About Her First Day.

And some serious procrastination, come to think of it. I'm so sorry, dear readers but Tuesday happened to be the first day of college and so far it has been wonderful. Mainly due to the fact that I haven't started my A-Levels yet. For the past few days, I have been waking up early, forced into jogging like a little bitch and screaming my already screamed-out throat out. It was the most exhilarating feeling ever. I should probably stop gushing about it now lest I should ruin my reputation and act like a sappy wuss. So due to college, I was unable to collect photos of my Singapore trip for your viewing pleasure. I wore my panda hat in some photos and my sister took great pleasure in making cruel jokes and ridiculing me - that's siblingship for you.

Instead of photos, how about I tell you about my college experience instead? I'm not sure if you can call it college exactly, seeing as classes has not started yet but it had been a good week so far. As part of my campaign towards being more responsible, I think I'm doing quite well so far. I have my own keys and let me tell you this : I HAVE NEVER FELT SO GOOD IN MY LIFE. As I'm currently studying in a boarding college, this means I have to stay there on normal weekdays and will only be allowed to go home during the weekends. As such, I have been assigned an apartment (on the ground floor, thankfully - my room mates and I have timed our journey from our shared apartment to classrooms and it took us about 10 minutes of leisure walking. Running would probably take five, but I seriously doubt I have the stamina in me to sprint the whole way) . The basic college apartment consists of four bedrooms, two bathrooms and a hall. Now, the hall has a dining table and each time I come home exhausted from whatever activity the day had surprised me with, nothing gives me greater pleasure than having to walk to the table and throwing my keys on top of it. The metallic jingle-jangle of metal making contact with wood is the first thing I look forward to every time I walk home. Unless you have lived alone before, you will know no other greater feeling than this. There's only one word to describe that feeling : ADULT . Excessive film and TV-watching about successful or the usual not-so-successful people in their 20's has prepared me and had me dreaming about this moment and now I can live that dream. That one dream of walking down the hall, nonchalantly jerking your arm upwards and flipping the keys from your hand to the table. Then you put your bag down on the table, sigh exaggeratedly, sag your shoulders and collapse onto the chair behind you.

That, my friends, is the life of the cool single person as seen on your screens.

This is what adulthood really means.

If there's one thing that worries me about college is it's that people are so sure of what they want to do already. I'm still feeling pretty undecided about I want to do after this and for some reason, it just REALLY worries me that a lot of the other students in my batch have their lives all figured out. University application is going to start really soon (the middle of this year, I think?) and I am so undecided it maddens me. As far as I'm concerned, I'm trying to keep my options as wide as possible so that career applications would be easier. With that plan for now, I guess the only thing to do is to bury my nose in the books (probably for the first time ever) and just get my grades. C'est la vie.

As soon as I can get my photos of Singapore, I'll put them up here. As soon as I can settle down with consistent wifi, actually. It's been a little hectic the past few days and I've been having trouble with the wifi here so things will have to wait awhile. In the mean time, why don't you wait for my Sunday post? I'll try to keep updating this blog on the promised days so as to prevent my very little readers from starting an angry mob to lynch me for broken promises and irregularity.

Thin Lynn has thunk.

... About The Summary of Her Holiday

I was supposed to write out a blog update yesterday, but things got in the way (read: hidden object games. Have you played them before? I am addicted) , so here I sit today in my bedroom at 10:41AM banging this out on the keyboard.

The past few days have been fantastic; Singapore has been fantastic. We did stuff. Loads of stuff. When my friends upload photos of our adventure, I'll steal them or something and put them up here to show to you guys what a wonderful time I had. It was a pretty damn good trip. I think I learned more about travelling from my friends than when I was in Australia. When I was in Australia, I had the comforts of home (literally. I stayed over at a friend's place and her dad would drive us around) but in Singapore, I was completely on my own. Well, NOT entirely on my own, but I had two wonderful people to rely on and learn from! Go on, ask me how to use Singapore's MRT system. Whatever it is, there will ALWAYS be Dobhy Ghaut in the way. Did I spell Dobhy Ghaut right? In Singapore, I learned the true value of money (spending 79 SGD on shorts is not a very wise move and will subject you to mockery about your spoilt upbringings, but the more you know) and again, ask me something about money or money-related. I shall surprise you with my monetary smarts hitherto unknown. Shedding light upon my million-ringgit shorts, I avow to wear them every day like I do now with my favourite ripped khaki shorts until I get my money's worth. If it means not washing them for weeks on end, by the hammer of Thor, I'll do it!

Responsibility is also definitely something I'm going to try to embody within myself. Moments worthy of heart attacks have occurred under my watch. For example, I forgot to lock my locker containing my money and ALL THREE passports. I'm not making light of this or anything, but sweet mother of pearl, if something were to go wrong. Another thing: When you're taking separate flights with your friends, the golden rule is to know each other's flight number. I got my friend's flight number wrong and boy, did hilarity ensue. Straight from a sitcom. I waited at the wrong gate for my friends. Not only that, but I wanted to surprise them by doing something weird so I sat in the chair and posed ala 50's pin-up girl.

How YOU doin' ?

15 minutes and many gawking passengers later, only did I realise something was up and that I waited at the wrong gate when the last person to get off the plane was a hobbling old lady. I waited at C16, but they arrived at D70. You can only imagine the marathon sprint I had to do. By the time we met up, I felt like my heart was about to pop. So there you have it: responsibility, which I lack, will definitely be a huge part of me from now on. Count on it. I'll begin by updating this blog as regularly as I possibly can. Once a week? Twice, even. The possibilities are endless!

So many thrills and spills have been shared between the three of us in the five days of travelling together. Am I eager for more? You bet your boots, babydoll. If you girls are reading this: We're still on for Bandung, right?

Thin Lynn has thunk.

P.S. I realise that there are no pictures here. Forgive me, but I do not want to spoil the surprise that is to come as soon as I can steal pictures from my friends.
P.P.S. Had our holiday taken place during the summer months (not that it would make any difference to us Malaysians, but to you four-seasons foreigners anyway) I could've made a terrible pun out of 'summary'. Like 'summer-y'.
P.P.P.S. Sneak previews of my holiday can be found at J's blog, specifically this page: http://panicismymuse.blogspot.com/2012/01/marina-bay-sands.html
Check it out; check her out.

Thin Lynn REALLY has thunk.

... About Russia

Apparently, my blog is popular (in nouveau blogger terms) in Russia. I'm going to pour myself a glass of vodka to honour our fine Slavic friends.

Thin Lynn has thunk.

... About Shameless Self-Promotion

The other day I was chatting to a friend on Facebook and she asked me this: "Why do you shamelessly self-promote your blog?" The answers to that, my dear friend, are these:

• I do not have a shred of dignity left in me any more.
• I am much less popular than what I've managed to convince myself. (In my mind, I am a gorgeous cheerleader who sings with forest animals and only have to bat my eyelashes to get others to come hither)
• This is only the first step to Internet fame. (although less-than-regular blog posts are not helping with my case)

Yes, readers. I am still adamant on keeping this blog. I am very sure that I have gotten only funnier since my last blog; and a good deal wittier, too.

Speaking of being funny, this is comedy gold.

On an unrelated note, how was your Christmas? Mine was the same (Read: Another Christmas spent at home and weeping over Love Actually while my parents attend any parties they have that night as popular members of our community) . With the exception of a surprise gift from my parents.

 

How do you do?

A chihuahua which they obviously hunted, had it stuffed and turned into a handbag for me. Parents could not have gotten any more creative for Christmas this year. Much like any novelty item they have bought for me without my knowledge, I like it. I REALLY do, but I still have yet to find an occasion that calls for a handbag in the shape of a chihuahua that couldn't even fit my phone.


But hey, I'm not complaining. Being a girl, I think it's one of the most adorable things I have ever seen and my inner socialite feels FABULOUS! Eat Tinkerbell (or whatever is your current pet), Paris Hilton. My chihuahua holds my money for me and if I try hard enough, it will - WILL - return my affections. One day; someday. I think I shall call my chihuahua Daisy. Not because of the flower behind her right ear that looks a lot like a daisy but because she just looks like a Daisy.

Before I part with you here, I believe I'm going to start doing regular updates the best I can. Probably on Fridays and/or Sundays. Shameless self-promotion on my blog obviously isn't very clever and gets me nowhere but any publicity is good publicity. Now where did I keep that sex video ... ?

Thin Lynn has thunk.

P.S. I will be in Singapore from the 3rd to the 7th, so I wouldn't be able to update on Friday. However, I can update on the Sunday after my arrival which will be ABOUT the Friday and we wouldn't have any losses there.

... About The Holidays

Goodness! Is it that time of the year again? Yes, that time of the year where people wait in lines, mess around with cellophane tape and paper cuts from wrapping paper, stand under mistletoe hoping for some holiday lay and, of course, take TAKE TAKE ! But enough ranting for now because the good people here at thinlynnthinks.blogspot.com who work so hard to give you two inadequate-length blog posts are eager for some holiday cheer and are going to go on their well-earned Christmas break. However long that may be, we do not know but we'd probably be back some time around New Year (which wouldn't be very long) for more rants about whatever that needs to be ranted about, poor humour that do not deserve to be shared with the internet and more self-deprecating jokes that the Schadenfreude-istic Internet community seem to love.

MERRY CHRISTMAS , SCHADENFREUDE-ISTIC INTERNET COMMUNITY! AND HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Thin Lynn has thunk.

P.S. To some readers, you might notice that this photo seems slightly out-of-date based on the straight hair, the glasses and the braces. Despair not. It is not that I couldn't be arsed to take a new Christmas photo for you, it's just that - well - who has the time really?

... About Her Thing

Sandwiches. They're kinda my thing.

Thin Lynn has thunk.