sleepless in Chicago

sitting here in my hotel room in Chicago, taking a break from the hustle and bustle that is the University of Michigan, Ann Arobr campus. Spring break is upon us, and i'm taking a short hiatus with 8 other Singaporeans, in our search for good chinese food and shopping. Yes, the perennial favorites. Spent the last half an hour setting this blog up because of 2 reasons:

1) everyone has one, so i thought why not get one too?
2) deflect any 'old-man' calls from my peers because they think i'm not 'from their generation', i.e. too old. don't ask why.

My story thus far: a 23 yr-old male stuck in a foreign land trying to complete a double degree in Econs and political Science, as his employers beckon him to complete his IPPT for the workyear, but at the same time paying him minimal wage (but hey, who am i to complain? they are paying for my college education). Lost some great friends as i left home (i.e. the GCB gang, the S14 bunch, 4S5 morons and soccer buds from all over the island, to name but a few), but made some great ones too in humble Ann Arbor. Life's aspirations? to be a politician in humble Lion City, but somehow, as Miss Eunice Huang might agree, there is only one possible route for that dream. But life seems so mundane right now: in the endless struggle with school work, coupled with SSA and Cscope commitments, as well as my washing dishes in a cafeteria for some extra spending power, such grandeur aspirations seem hopelessly far away.

Listening to 'Back 2 Good' right now, though i shall not repeat why i like this song. or this band (Matchbox Twenty) for instance. Liked them basically since JC 1 (1998), when 'Push' came out and totally knocked me off my feet. That has got to be the song for every relationship: two people get close, one becomes too authoritative and pushes the other around; meanwhile, the other relents everytime, but things go overboard and the r/s ends. Typical, isn't it? That's why i say the things we have lost are often the things we treasure most right now. You always think of the one that got away, the maybe's and the what-ifs. I have been accused many a time of not treasuring the things i have had, all too often waiting till they are gone before i realise their importance. My friends, for instance. My ex, in another instance. But i have learnt many a painful lesson, and have since sought to treasure the moment (or moments). i try to do things that i'll regret not doing later on. like telling some girl that i like her (hah!), or telling my mum i love her ( very glad that this tough lady has almost recovered from her illness). When was the last time u regretted not doing something?