been fucked with this bad bad cough for a week. a week, and to think that i was hardly sick at all through the 5 years here. it's so bad that my body hurts and my head aches and my neck pains and my throat burns. and to think the pretty doctor said everything was fine, and i've been taking medicines for 4 days.

anyway the past week was a typical SMU & Tuan week; unending meetings that overlapped, overload of due assignments and, of course, Tuan & Co having fun. maybe the only unusual thing was the psychology mid term paper, which i seriously studied for (not synonymous with efficiency though).

and it was certainly a quirky week with bizarre stuffs... like how i had to drop my pants 3 times in less than a half hour, and drop it like it's hot. well long story... or how i was puzzled not knowing why there was such an exodus of Indians right in Orchard, until i realized it was Thaipusam.

and i met up with my vietnam high school pals (who i'd known for barely a month). somebody could seriously talk more than me. and somehow i felt mature being with them. and oh we did amazing things, like supper in Chinatown. and we caught Babel late into the night (or early in the morning).

Babel is a must watch. a labyrynth of life. a reality of surface animals and human at heart. a love that loves right at life and death moments. a simple life that turned a little too complicated, and tragic. a happy struggle that didn't have a happy ending. and yeah, the stupid cough that jerked my body every second of the show. fuck it!