i stayed up till past 4am to finish a chinese drama series that i am completely addicted to/in love with. it was my temporary reason for existence and consumed my thoughts for the past couple of days. really! i would stay up late and wake up early just to watch this show!

as the series progressed, it panned out into a Shakespearean tragedy and i couldn’t stop bawling my eyes out. my eyes now —> O_O my eyes are actually still stinging a little because i cried so much from watching the last few episodes. my god, i don’t remember when was the last time i cried so much watching a TV series! i developed this strong sense of attachment to the characters that when they cry, you cry along with them.

i was so addicted that in between all the house visiting during chinese new year, i would run home and watch 30 mins and leave again. i even cancelled on meeting one of my friends because i wanted to watch the show (insert sheepish laughter) yup, i was THAT addicted. 

watch this show only if you have time and can afford to immerse yourself in this show—> 步步惊心! IT IS REALLY GOOD I PROMISE YOU. I HAVE EVEN CONVINCED MY PARENTS TO WATCH IT. this has become our lunch/dinner table conversation topic. 

the story, the cast, character development, costumes, soundtrack, art direction are all very solid! 

i’m so lost in life now that i’ve finished watching the show :( 

i don’t want to go back to doing my work which i have neglected the past few days :(:(:(:(

it’s official. social retardation is in progress. i’ve been making so many socially awkward comments today. i ask such stupid questions to people that i just met and the minute i ask that, i know i should have kept my mouth shut. they return my question with that “what did you just say?!” look. 

IT IS FINALLY RAININGGGGGG iI AM SO HAPPY I CAN SINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG LALALALALALLALALALALLALALALALALLALALLALALALLALALA

it has been so hot the past few days that i stole my friend’s standing fan and placed it in my room. lately, i have also developed the habit of singing into the fan. 

everytime i am in prof hydraspinelli’s office, it’s in the morning and i am barely awake. he on the other hand has already downed cups of coffee and is wide awake. when he starts talking about my project, i struggle to concentrate and my attention will ALWAYS be diverted to behind him where he has placed framed pictures of his children and wife. his wife is sitting in that Cleopatra sort of pose, sprawled gracefully across a couch. young, chinese and petite, the image of her is a stark contrast to my prof who sits in front of him. he’s a big funny white professor who talks a lot and always goes off track and i obediently nod my head in agreement and wear a look of concentration on my face when i’m really thinking to myself, “geez, he has such a hairy chest”. he always wears pale pastel pink or blue button up shirts (the colours in his wardrobe is really limited) and he wears his shirt unbuttoned at the top, allowing his chest hair to peek out. i hate chest hair so that conveniently snaps me back and i return to thinking about water (my research topic).

i finally have whatsapp