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I need to remember that God will carry me through all things, and there is no need to fear…  The way things have turned out has oddly strengthened my faith. It’s amazing, yet truly awesome how some things work. 

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Today I met up with one of my cliques for a 3 hour prawning session during which we talked and gossiped (ok gossip is not gossip with true friends!) and talked more and were high. And the same people killed the prawns >< We all remained cowardly except C! 

After that we went to my house for dinner and bought more food from the food court downstairs. It was awesome :D Really missed the times we spent together like that in our school uniforms from various institutions, except that everyone is so busy we hardly meet up nowadays. 

I’m going to take a day’s leave just to meet them before they fly off or disperse for another year during my internship. Hehe. Gonna gym with my friends sometime soon ♥ ♥ ♥ I seriously missed them!

My whatsapp is still being flooded with their crazy messages of planning to shave someone’s eyebrows and wax him. He says, “What, is this Saw 5?” I say, it’s more like Hostel. And the topic changes from this to what highlights looks nice on hair and currently pink appears to be the favourite.  

I have a really great friend called C! Well we were classmates in sec 1/2 and at first I didn’t get along with her AT ALL because she was so frank it hurt… Got into plenty of arguments because she saw things her way and I saw things my way, but for some reason we became really, really good friends over the years in sec school and remained really great friends.

She is super rich (eg Khoo Teck Puat was her neighbour. I didn’t realise how rich she was until she invited me to her house one day in jc and saw a giant garden and lap pool), but she’s one of the most unspoilt rich girls I could ever know, who actually took public transport. It was quite a rarity in my school to find someone taking public transport when she needed it, rather than when she wanted it. 

Looking back, her dirty white multi colour LV wallet, a hand me down from her mother, wasn’t due to the fact that she didn’t treasure what she had, but because she was so unpretentious in her wealth. I guess most people would say, “spoilt rich girl doesn’t take care of her wallet!” But I found it refreshing that she actually USED it instead of keeping it aside to be pretty, and not changing it when it was dirty and old. I actually had a junior who carried her Dior purse in its original dust bag because she feared staining it -_-;;

Still, I don’t really care if she is rich or not! I don’t really care for what she has and neither do I envy her at all. In fact, most of my friends are quite/very rich but I don’t really care or envy them which is quite weird even to myself. I like them with 10 million dollars, and I like them just the same penniless or of average wealth though most people might think friends of average wealth are humbler and therefore more likeable. It’s hard to explain. I don’t know why I don’t envy them either, when I think their lives are quite envious! Except when I can tell she has unlimited money to take unlimited music lessons of course, haha. Wish I could do that too! 

I’m really glad I stood by what I thought of her when she got into trouble and social condemnation (or ‘suicide’ as Regina George would put it) despite our disagreements, and this earned me one of the best friends I could ever have. 

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I get a happy feeling when our jc tutor emails us to update us on what’s going on in humanz, and that they are going to organise a great meetup in August! 

I become so damn talkative when I am talking about the familiar oh dear. 

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Signed up for Korean classes starting on Saturday! I want to be the top student in this class haha. Hmm I don’t remember ever failing to top a class after actually wanting to top a class.

In sec 2 I wrote in my personal goals that I wanted to top math and actually did it for a long time with long hours of practice every week… This ironically proved to be a hindrance in jc and now cos when I complain about math, no one believes that I can’t do it. Especially when I complained today about uni math, everyone referred to my mathematical past and questioned why I was even complaining. Sian. Ok how did I deviate to this? Yes I want to top that particular class because I want to do it. 

After I get revived by my friends this summer again, I want to top 3/5 of my modules next semester too haha. Tall order much, but actually I feel more up to it if I spent more time on my books and spare time talking to them on whatsapp :) They greatly motivate me with their wit, diligence and intelligence. I saw my first 4.5s this semester- next sem, I hope I will see a 5 and perhaps, a few 5s. 

Watching a Chinese show on KE 641 which I found oddly familiar (33 days of heartbreak? Not sure what’s the exact translation). Started watching this show and realised it was a damn great adaptation of the free online text which I had read last December.

It’s about this girl, who discovers her boyfriend of 7 years and her best friend had been cheating on her for the past half year. For some reason, I was really attracted to this book because I felt like the protagonist. A wedding planner, she said she never understood the need for elaborate weddings, much less wacky ideas, and always preferred simpler stuff. Yet, despite the craziness of some settings (like this really obnoxious traditional chinese one), she could still imagine her boyfriend in every scenario, simply because it’s him. And I just felt that that really sounded like something I would say.

Which made me think about heartbreaks and stuff. I remember a pretty bad heartbreak I went through… Will always remember the day I thought would never come arrive and the next day, where I woke up to a reality without him. I thought every single day that it’s better off imagining that he died, rather than living with the fact that he simply didn’t want me anymore. I remember when I felt the worst, it was as though a neon sign saying “失恋” flickered back on in my mind… Gosh that was crappy.

That always stuck with me- the plain thought that I would rather imagine his previous self as the loving, caring friend I knew dead, rather than someone who just turned his back because he saw me less than a disposable thing one day. 

I realised today that to wish that he was dead rather than leaving me proves that perhaps love died that day because I would never wish death on someone I love.

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So hungry T.T 

First world woes- my mom has kindly agreed to let me start Korean lessons, but something’s gotta give in my opinion… T.T I still want to dance. 

whatshouldwecallmedschool:

but instead, I’m like 

whatshouldwecallmedschool:

During Cardio: “Fatty food will kill you”

Endocrine: “Sugary food will kill you”

Microbiology: “All the fruits, veggies, seafoods, meats, etc, etc…will kill you!”

Pathology: “It’s called caseous necrosis because it looks like cheese!”