good again

Uni is finally open after the long Easter weekend!

I can’t believe I’m actually saying this but, from Friday till yesterday (Monday), I was moping at home and can’t wait to be in uni.

So that’s what I did today, go to school to get some work done.

Instead of working at the workshop area, I decided to go to our (architecture student’s) floor aka the highest floor aka what I call the ‘Penthouse Level’.

The open studio was empty. Assa! Unpack, settled on a playlist and started cracking.

As I was video hopping, I stumbled upon Backstreet Boys album.

C’mon 90s baby. No matter how crappy you’re feeling, if any BSB song pops up, it’ll definitely momentarily throw you in the memory lane of good ol’ meaningful songs.

You pheel me!?

I was lightly singing along as I was doing my work when a tutor came over and went, “YOUR TASTE IN MUSIC SUCKS!”

Ok, fine. That’s what I heard.

He said, ‘I disapprove your choice of music, I was holding it in till you started singing. Do you have an earpiece please? I really need to finish my marking.”

Wah seh. First my choice in music. Then my voice. What next!? The length of my toes?

No one. I REPEAT, NO ONE has any right to diss another person’s choice in music. More so BSB! Even my aunt knows BSB!

I assumed there was no generation gap issue here. Boy was I wrong.

What a killjoy.

After a while, I packed my bag and left to do some damage control.

(and we all know what that means. mmmmhhmmmmm)

I’ve been wanting to try the desserts at Marks & Spencer. Went there. Looked at all the dessert selection and NOPE.

No dilation in the pupil.

No flutter in the heart.

No excitement.

We all know how I live my life around dessert.

That desire left. Nowhere to be found. Poof. Vanish.

I didn’t know what else to do. I don’t want to go home with this feeling.

Then I remembered that I haven’t buy something which my tutor recommended and quickly made my way to the particular store.

The moment I stepped in. Literally at the entrance, my shoulders had more strength, my pupils dilated, my heart flutters and my blood started flowing again (ok, that was exaggerated, but you feel me yeah).

😍😍😍😍😍

Oh how I’ve missed you…..

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BOOKSTORE.

The balm for any woes.

Sigh. I’m such a changed person no? Hehehehehehehe.

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Look! Even got me-self a colouring book to colour the stress away.

*flipshawl*

💓❤️💚

Life’s good again guys.

2 things

to do during white winter …

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  1. Eat an ice-cream and

12670160_10153343927438244_5735634122739856340_n2. Write your name on the snow! *winks*

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Gahhh… It’s so so cold today. Some (or a lot of) snow could really make the coldness more bearable.

>.<

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🌎: Buda(pest), Hungary.

My cake bar!

My last sesh of this cake bars business was in January(?), when my cousin came over for work.

I still remember that day, vividly. Getting lost and ended up at Buckingham Palace as we were waiting for a table at a lobster restaurant. Where there’s food concerned, you can count on my memory mate. Hehe

What was more vivid was, the next day.

We had an early train to Cambridge after a late night. With more than one hour ride, all 3 of us decided to take a nap.

So I shut my eyes, think of things that matter, you know, to lull myself to sleep.

My thoughts were jumping from one thing/topic to another and suddenly, I my eyes went wide open, and so does my lips, releasing short sharp high pitch sound aka squeal, “My cake bar!”

My reaction is gold enough to wake my cousin and her friend who were both facing me.

*A moment of drama.* AND A MOMENT OF EMBARRASSMENT*

Thank God there train carriage I was in was empty.

I left my cake bar, no. CAKE BARSSSS. Plural, people, plural! In their short life span, they must’ve felt so lonely without my presence! Oh poor them.

It was so disheartening to leave them in London as I head home in another city.

Nuff memory lane!

Now I have my own stash that’s travelled all the way from Pasir Ris to Maria Avenue to London and all the way to my home.

There should be a programme to accumulate mileage for these kind of things, like our shoes or bears for example. And of course, the points should be able to be converted into any of our preferred airline loyalty membership, yes?

*hands up all frequent flyers!*

hehehe

Since it was my birthday last week, belated birthday cake’s overdue.

Till next post,

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I used to have time for this. But now,

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*Ngapppp.* Gonna eat this as I stare at my beautiful window.

🙆THANK YOU KIRAH! 🙆

✌️

even better

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“It’s Coach but, there’s no Coach bag or purse innit okay?” said my uncle as we met earlier today.

Gah! My eyes just went from 😶 to 😍 when I caught a glimpse of a familiar silhouette – my uncle and aunt.

The warm fuzzy feeling on an extra cold day. ☺️☺️☺️

Seriously! Who do I complaint to about the weather!

We got autumn warmth in mid winter and sharp crisp coldness in spring. Apakahh???

*I digress*

Anywho, who needs handbags when I can have these?

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Ok, but no, really, the dudes in the house better not giveaway my arm candies (handbags & clutches) while I’m here.

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MY MAGGI & CAKE BARS! These are waaaaaaay better than Coach bags. Might change my mind if they’re other brands though. Hehe

What a good start to the weekend.

ehemmm…*clears throat*

What a good start to (one month) Easter Break!