Brighter than the sun.

Dear Bernice's and Colleen's birthday party, recently.
It's really nice seeing old and familiar faces again, knowing how much we've changed, for better, for worse, even though we've drifted apart a little and how far we've come in life. Pretty heart-warming, I must say.

We're turning 22 this year, guysssssss. Whether we like it or not. Oh dear.

Au revoir, 2011.

In grey sky mornings.

#1 & #2 Long lost swallow jeweleries that I found back in my drawer.
#3 Frozen yogurt + Fruity pebbles = Best combo.
#4 The best takoyaki on Earth.
#5 Pretty drink from Manhattan Fish Market. I actually wanted to bring the stirrer rod home.
#6 Some random lighting.
#7. Chinatown ; a place I never fail to take pictures of whenever I'm there. That's also where my dear N stays.
#8 Temple of gods.
#9 Glittery and gold for X'mas.
#10 Fatty Nala-yo says "Whatchu staring at? I've got swag and you don't and I can eat and sleep the whole day like a sloth because I'm a cat. And you're not, loser."

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Today's the 27th. The last time I went to a club was on the 27th December 2010. Speaking of which, OMAIII MAS HAS NOT BEEN TO ZOUK FOR EXACTLY A YEAR. MY LIFE IS AWESOME. Hahahahaha. Alright, gonna continue reading my storybook now. Yeah, I could be a closet poet. Something like Sylvia Plath, much lesser.

& my wasted heart will love you.

I better find you under the Christmas tree.

Oh honey.

Maroon 2.

The Pinoy little girl's really adorable. Her mother was taking 10+ odd pictures of her and she had like 100 poses and the one taken in these pictures, she's in that kinda pose because when we came, she got shy. Hahahaha. Prime example of a cutie pie.

So naughty right this monster, who has gotten skinnier and cut her hair shorter, I told her she can become a model already. Totally enjoyed our date. Happy, thank you, more please, Mel!

This week, I've been getting some back-to-back loving from my ninas! Finally met Eli last two days, and before that we haven't met for like 2 weeks and that's really, REALLY long for us. Haha. Also, met Mel Monster just now, and before that we haven't met for like a month and a half and that's really, really, REALLLYYYYY long for us. Hello, that's like unacceptable if you're as close as sisters. Thus, I'm hoping to meet the rest really soon! *Excites*
( & that includes my other cliques that I haven't met for so damn long. That day, I bumped into Fangyi @ Bedok and we got so excited that we ran towards each other and squealed a bit and even hugged! Hahahahahaha that was our gay moment. )

I'm currently glad for the two weeks break we're having - even though pathetic -so I'm gonna spend it wisely by spending most of the time... studying. So much for a break. PRELIMS IS COMING. What just flew pass me? Oh, it's time.

Last but not least...

A picture of us with a Christmas tree. Redundant, but a must. I-R-O-N-Y.
If you're wondering why Maroon 2 ( Post title ) , well look @ what we're wearing, and we love Maroon 5.
Happy holidays everyone! (｡◕‿◕｡)

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So here it is, how my hair looks like as for now. If you think it looks no different, please slap yourself. ( Don't be like my dear N!!!!%!&*@(! ) Well, it's in a length that I do not like, neither long nor short. I dislike medium hair length. Yknwhat.... I might just cut my hair SUPER short soon. Bob-styled. Dear N has been pestering me to do so. I think he can't stand with my mane any longer, because of the way I'll purposely whip his face with 'em sometimes. * I whip my hair back and forth* Ha. But if cut, then I won't be able to have any ponytail AT ALL. I can't tie my hair into a bun. But really, I think I'm gonna do it soon. NO. Yes. NO. Yes. NO. Yes. May I muster every ounce of guts, confidence and dare-devil inside of me to do so, one day. May the force be with Mas! *\o/*


Should try this on him. (─‿‿─)

Meaningless post.

Wearing out.

Ykwnw, it's really not that I do not have confidence in myself, but I have a past that keeps clinging on to me due to the judgements I got, that it affects a lot on what I see myself as. Thus, every little thing that people ( only those that matter ) make me feel affects me a whole lot. I feel low twice as easy. But that doesn't mean I'm weak. It may sound ironic, but it's the fact. My threshold of pain is high, but even 'high' has a certain limit.


... and I realised I look really awful when I cry. Ha.

The last of length.

Oh yeah, I truly miss my longgggggg tresses that nearly reached down to my butt.
Don't ask.

One step closer.

Try a thing you haven’t done three times. Once, to get over the fear of doing it. Twice, to learn how to do it. And a third time, to figure out whether you like it or not.

- Virgil Garnett Thomson