One month absence- I feel different already.

A whirlwind month of finally slaying the evil of pw, surviving mt a’s, and coming out of this month fairly alive.

News is, I got advanced. No hooha; no drama.

Truth is if given a chance I’m not sure if I would have done anything different or could have done anything different for that matter. It is true that i could have dragged myself to school (half-dead or otherwise), but how well i would have performed under such circumstances probably wouldn't change the current situation. So what’s done is done, I take it in all positivity that at least I would be making good use of this holidays :D

Speaking of which, in my attempt of self-improvement, pei and I have devised our diet plan 101. which includes:

v     2 solid meals/day (no snacks in between!)

v     No sweet drinks

v     No fast food

v     Half portion of carbo!

v     Aplenty of tofu!

v     White meat, no skin!

v     Veggies & fruits – poop is good! :D

v     Exercise, exercise, exercise (run at least twice a week! Circuits! zomg)

A dollar to each other if we break a rule + additional exercise.

I will lose one kg by the end of this week! (because I do not have enough money to pay her harharhar)

All these aside! A05 has been having a ball these past few days with our consecutive class outings [:

So yours truly is a seoul garden virgin no more! Hahaha

Chocking smoke, extreme heat aside, seoul garden with the class and our favourite ms leow was simply awesome!
to top it all of, a walk to city hall followed by starbucks.

And then there was our post-exams/ belated Halloween party at the superfantastik function room at villa marina. It.was.posh.
and yes, zan did something right for once for helping us book the room hoho. So theme was: kids entertainment and yes a night of taboo and pizza was sufficiently relaxing and extremely good fun [:

And at the end of this all, it might have taken us 8months but I really love 08A05 [:

i've got a new motivation.
and because this means so much to me, i'm going to study till my eyes bleed, my fingers swell and my throat hoarse from an uncontrollable vomit of historical events, spoken with psychotic precision, as if they were my own. 
i don't mean to count, but twenty nine days to prove myself.
watch me.

recently, there's this thought that's been scratching at my conscience. a revelation of some sort, a realisation of another. i hate how in the midst of all the hustle and bustle i'm involved in, there's still this strange dullness that enshrouds it all. like how i no longer have anything mildly interesting to share with my friends, when we meet up, anymore. or how because of sheer laziness, i've subconciously compressed my social circle to this suddenly very claustrophobic few. i hate how i can't stand the person that i am, both aesthethically and mentally. and i hate how i can only name a handful of people when i reflect upon those that i've engaged in good, hearty conversations with recently. i'm beggining to feel that i'm missing the point in life; whatever that point is. 

and i must add how it was so strange to wake up this morning on my bed, in my room, when i clearly remembered falling asleep on the couch in the living room while watching memoris of a geisha last night. and worst still, having no recollection, not even the slightest bit, of how i got there. so i asked the mother if she woke me up to go to my room only to find out that she and the maid had to carry me to my room while i was still sleeping like a log. now, that's just scary.