"perceiving life as a perpetual film."

i have many things i need to get used to

the key to the lock on my door turns left to lock.
the taps in the bathroom turn inward.
the cars drive on the other side of the road, and i got in at the driver's seat accidentally on my first day.
it can be fresh and spring-like one day and the next, my lips and nose feel like they're gonna drop right ORF.
they still play ddr here, two mats at a time, just like we used to eons ago.
the skies are clearer, i can see the entire horizon stretching out before me with its burnished yellows and purpled reds. any random blurry photograph turns out to be beautiful by chance.
you call adults by their first names here. well, usually.
they have game nights on fridays and saturdays, i just played penn stateology. yeah, the monopoly kinda game, only this time it WILL cost you to go to the school library.
my time is entirely my own.
starbucks bottled frappucino costs 40 cents at the nearest dining commons.
i keep bumping into the people i know over and over again JUST when i need to go for lunch.
my lecturer provided bagels and cream cheese for the honours class in lit journalism today.
there's 4 different flavours of icecream for every meal.
there's 7 different flavours of coffee for every meal.
i eat fresh salad everyday.
abercrombie and fitch is less than 10 walking minutes away.
i can leave breadcrumbs and sweet stuff out in the open for hours and there's NO ANTS whatsoever. maybe they're hibernating in the mushy grass leftover from the FIRST snowfall of the year, which left big brown balls (erm.) of slush lying on pathways for days till they all melted.
everyone wears makeup to class except me. i just wear lipgloss. haha!
i am underage. i cannot go into a bar without flashing my passport, which i believe will make my parents quite happy.
the biggest basketball stadium i've ever seen in real life so far is just less than 10 minutes away and i've been there TWICE.
i am so filled with school spirit and i've only been here for a week.
i now know why we are so far behind in everything inspiration-related.
i am feeling slightly better about myself because everything is swaddled in layers, therefore invisible.
my friends' are ALL walking distance' away.
i take vitamins and water more often than i ever used to back home.
the singaporean group is divided by gender with regards to a silly game of collecting state-specific quarters. so far the sneaky guys are winning.
i pay for everything using one card, and it gives me 70% off everything. granted, i forked out a 1000 buck basic downpayment.
i feel panic with regards to photography, because now i cannot enjoy everything without thinking if the thing i am enjoying would make a good feature photograph.
i let people on my bed in full dirty attire without thinking twice. now, THAT is something completely different.
i get zero on a quiz but people urge me to just hand it in because "he just wants to see your name on it"
i have free talktime on my plan after 7pm to 7am my time and on weekends, call/sms me at 814-222-0814 (notice my birthday occurs twice) if you're willing to pay international charges and just miss me so bad.
my homework assignment for lit comedy class is to find out as many words as possible to describe/substitute for "drunken". i plan to educate my lecturer (who looks like a cross of hagrid from harry potter and gimli from lotr) on the word "seh". any more contributions besides "wasted", "gone already", "cannot make it", "ke liao" and "stoned" would be much appreciated.
my eBay package arrived today bearing my textbook for less than half my school bookstore price.
the skies bear their beautiful constellations, planets and manmade satellites in the crisp frigid air with a velvet dignity i haven't felt since that starry night in northern thailand.

the days are flying fast
and forgetfulness sets in
i don't miss any thing
only you, and you and you.