Huat lo

I would say I'm free from the clutches of school at last but no, not just yet because intern starts tomorrow. Pretty stoked about it but the thought of leading a 9-6 life (and travelling all the way to Yishun) scares me a little :'( And in all honesty, I have trouble keeping my attire restricted to black/white/grey.....

Anw my last day of year 2 was uh-mazing. For starters, I can finally breath after surviving this fatal ordeal of four back-to-back papers. Yup, you get to "Expect the Xtraordinary" from my school indeed. You have no idea how much the weeks passed by like years when I cooped myself at home just to chain myself to the books and how lifeless I felt going straight home just to study even more after every single paper. But the celebratory lunch at Buffet Town with the girls + Esther and Edmund and some long-awaited retail therapy kinda made up for all that misery. The highlight would probably still be dinner at Swee Choon wif maii babyqurrl xiia0 Trisha though ~

I am so excited for the good things to come :-)

The 21-day Fruit Challenge

21 days, 21 fruits.

Today's the last day of my humble fruit challenge, which I was mocked at for by many... Nevertheless, it was for the fun of it. That's one challenge down ;-) 

Note-to-self: Always push your boundaries!

Caffeine

My bedtime-graph bears a horrendously steep, positive gradient.

For the first few days, I thought sleeping at 2 a.m. was abnormally beyond my usual. Then I developed a habit of basking in the stale air of the night, when every other living thing has sunk into dead silence, except me, the sounds of my fingers clacking away on the keyboard and occasional screeches coming from the neighbourhood cats as they battle for territory (yup, story of Marine Parade cats). I'd take the time discovering the undiscovered of music, penning down the flood of mindless thoughts in words and shapes on my little black book, and recently, rekindling my passion for the guitar. Seldom but surely, I flip through my notes too and I am not ashamed of being one who burns the midnight oil because the past half-year worth of 'what-the-fuck-is-this's and 'I-don't-get-it's puzzle pieces are falling quite into place.

2 a.m. turned into 3 a.m., then eventually 4 a.m., and tonight, I've pulled my first all-nighter in eons. But I've missed doing this, and by "this", I meant resetting my body-clock in reverse and unleashing those beastly eyebags to the world yet feeling contented anyway. So it's all good.

Time check: 7 a.m.
Guess who gets to see the sunrise?

N for Nutella

What we had was mere acquaintance through an online photo-sharing social network - with casual comments on each other's photos at times - but I always enjoyed seeing little snippets of your journey, step by step, from your protein meals to your training sessions/schedule and whatnot, as you pushed ahead towards your big fights in the ring. Also, not forgetting what you always claim as your secret formula: Nutella. From that alone, your determination somewhat hit me, and I'm sure that will live on in the hearts of many others as well.

You were a champion and your departure is a pity.
Rest in peace.

You show the lights that stop me turn to stone

Oh Corey Gray, let's have eyesex (as Finn and Jack Harries would put it).

Blue eyes, butt chin, succulent lips, forehead wrinkles, voice like an angel's. What perfection.
My fingers are already itching for the next portrait sketch...

It's easy if they're faceless, to hate the other side.

Doodle from last week and Strictly Pancakes with Fel and Zul the other day;

Mon: Lunch/ tea with the relatives from Melbourne 

Tue: More doodles

Wed: Swedish cuisine at Fika for Zul's birthday/ pre-enlistment celebration

And today? Today is just another day.

Red for the cancer, red for the wealthy, red for the drink that's mixed with suicide.

All these years, I've been whining about only having one house to visit for Chinese New Year every year which bores the hell outta me because all I do is awkwardly attempt to socialize with relatives that I barely interact with for the first hour before spending the rest of the day slouching on the couch or munching on the goodies and then sulking at the weight I've put on after that. I mean I still whine about it, but thank god there's still only one house to visit this year because that leaves me with more time to cope with the pre-exam stress. The only pity would be the lack of a TK Band batch visiting this year though :-(

Also, this year would mark the first CNY that I've spontaneously wrapped myself in red for (even though the zodiac predictions said I had to wear black/ grey/ yellow this year and yes I am superstitious about zodiac).

Well well, happy holidays everyone! :-)

Issues (the worst of them)

It's either just me or every blood-related being is out to make me burst a vein today, but I'd trust that it's the latter because it can't be my red flowers -- they've withered like a fucking week ago.

Quaquaversal

Me in school.

Me at home.

Me with friends.

Me in public.

Me in life. 

Sometimes I question myself for the things I do and the words I say but most of the times I grow too dizzy from the quaquaversalness of my thoughts so.... I've yet to come to an answer.

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"I've seen the best in you, so how would you expect me to acknowledge you at a compromise?"

Don't you worry, child

Last presentation, last day of school for the semester, last Running Man episode until after my exams, and this might just be the last of me (or at least until my exams are over).