December,

2 weeks since my last paper for finals and I'm lapping up sloth-living and getting way too comfortable with it. Everyday sees me waking up at double- digit hours when the air-condition has been switched off (My mother's method of waking me) and then depositing myself in the adjacent living room, flipping the through cooking shows and slowly getting swallowed up by the couch.

I think this lazing around is an innate talent that I'm secretly proud of.

My December allowance is slowly dwindling to nothing, this is a sign to reflect on my non-existent financial management. I need someone to manage my money for me. On the point of reflection, something has to be done to the swirling mess that is my room. The mess that was once my study table (said woodware now under the possession by my friendly sister) has shifted to my bedside shelf because moving into hall as removed much of my authority of my bedroom and I have little territory that I can claim sovereignty. I look forward to the day (most probably March) when the little tyrant moves in to the next room and brings along her 93845934853 belongings so that I at least have more walking space and a decent attempt at making my room hospitable.

My Ikea catalogue has been abused too many times under my frenzy of trying to create the loveliest bedroom that I can finally call my room. I am obsessed with compartmentalization. I am anal like that. I look forward to the day I can store everything away in boxes. On that notice, my musical carousel arrived in the mail, I am even more stoked!!!




These were taken when Ann and I tried being adventurous after our papers. Let's just say we learnt our lesson:D But we still enjoyed ourselves!

My USS trip with the family next!

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Semester 1

My last paper for finals ended on Tuesday and I couldn't have been any happier.

Whoever said that life in University would be a breeze as compared to the A level's is apparently satisfied with a humble diploma.

The competition here drives you insane. Good is no longer good enough. I have to trade my guts and maybe throw in my pancreas to get a decent grade. But that's not to say I haven't been enjoying myself with life on campus. Tripping around in hall has made life much easier to bear, sleeping when the sun goes up and waking up when its way past breakfast.

Nothing is as good as home though. I miss home badly so I don't myself staying past my second year. I'm also going to get my own room at home which I get to renovated. I have many crazy ideas in my head which I just reproduced on paper. Tumblr has also been feeding my brain with all sorts of jimajam so I am totally stoked on renovating my own space. Also, I miss the privacy of having my own personal space. I am such an anti-social snail.

In other words, my entire week is choked- full of activities and I'm pretty excited. My law babe is coming back home on the 19th and we're finally going to party together!!!

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Love,