Maine's 20th @ MOF







Zoo



































Mund's bday @ ECP



Crystal Jade XLB Buffet







Henderson's Wave



Bao's House-warming



















And one of the many many dates w my little boy






Ikr, I'm unintentionally turning this space into a photo junk alr. But besides having these to aid me in backtracking all the celebrations/outings which I probably can't rmb significantly by now, the best thing about pictures is that they'll still look the same despite having everything else around you changed.

So, econs paper is probably the most effective weapon in bursting my brain and any phrase would still be an understatement as to how relieve I felt the moment I capped my pen this evening. I let out quite a loud breath & pretended like I didn't see the girl beside me turn over hehe.

May I wake up to Thursday evening when I can finally throw behind this mundane lifestyle (for a mth)!

Henderson's Wave











Potluck @ Nana's crib







Poly favourites













& the boy




It's alr been half past 2011 and shld I say despite the smooth sail as yet, I wish uni can be gotten over & done with in just as quick a blink of an eye as things have always gone past me.

It's really pretty much of a change ever since school started a few weeks ago. I start falling asleep as early as 10pm; I barely get to meet the usuals whom I used to meet everyday anymore because they've all started working; I'm hanging out with my poly peeps alot now. The frequent meet-ups make us reminisce how school days in TP used to be so fun, how we behave in classes & teachers didn't like us but none of that really matter, how we can migrate from canteen to canteen after school for the whole noon/evening & not get bored of them, play card games/chit-chat/shop till we decided to give classes a miss, and that sense of belonging when we see all the usual faces each time we walk down the corridor - None of which feels the same in this new surrounding I call my school now.

Time & time again I try convincing myself that further studies isn't a wrong choice made, but if this is so then why do I always have to go through the same mental argument & feel so worn out all these while?