After nearly 2 months of little sleep, pulling all-nighters, getting by with 4 hour naps and all that stress, the exams are over. I spent the Saturday packing up my room, Sunday teaching and today...I don't know. I can't wait for tomorrow to come because I get to spend the rest of the week with my favourite person :)
Packing up my room brought about a myriad of feelings. I've gotten so used to having my own place due to my own freedom; I've grown to love the little room we've made so cosy, I love the freedom that came with the room simply because I don't have to deal with my mum's 100%-clean-neurotic self, my grandfather's nagging at me to get off the Internet so that he can use the phone and everything else.
Most of all, I know this will mean another phase to our lives, but there's nothing we can't adapt to anyway. After all, like Andrew says, we are all "hardy people". *smiles*
I've grown to love Scruffy, her cute little ways and her round butt. I've grown to love the fuzzballs that appear in my room periodically and I know I'll miss them sorely.
It seems like I had better find a job for myself seeing that everybody is on attachment. But how to when I have other commitments?
I'm still munching on cashew nuts while typing this post. I've accidentally stumbled upon my pandora box, dusty and unopened somewhere out there. Upon a hindsight, within a mouse click, I deleted it.
Because there's no need for a Pandora Box when life these days seems so happy and satisfying. While other people flutter by, never settling on one; while others seem to envy those butterflies for their attractive selves; I don't because I'm soaring high above those butterflies - buoyed by the summer within me.
Now, that seemed a little out of sorts for my own writing. I wonder why. Back to what happened on a fine Sunday shopping trip at Metro with my mum. Metro was having a 20% sale and my mum went a little mad - she bought 2 types of eye cream for herself (and me to share of course), 2 lipsticks, 1 powder, and somemore pampering for herself. For me she decided to beautify her fast-growing-up daughter - a liquid eyeliner and...*holds breath* a Double Lash: a nutritive treatment that lengthens and strengthens lashes, helps stimulate faster growth and protects them. Oh gosh. Why the hell did I even mention the word "mascara". *slaps forehead*
Oh and I have to tell you this - the 2nd level toilet at Century Square is AMAZING. Its been there so long and I haven't stepped into it all this while..I must have been living my entire life in campus. Exclusively hers level 2 toilet is really made for the ladies. A full wall of full length mirrors, open-concept basins with bright lights (think Esplanade) and and and!!!...a make-up counter where you could perch on their high-stools and reapply your makeup - with a tissue box and small bin and a nice oval mirror to add to its finishing touch. Brillant!
Then my mother said, "You are out-dated liao lah. I've been here so many times and you look like a suaku standing here and staring at everything with your mouth wide open!"
Packing up my room brought about a myriad of feelings. I've gotten so used to having my own place due to my own freedom; I've grown to love the little room we've made so cosy, I love the freedom that came with the room simply because I don't have to deal with my mum's 100%-clean-neurotic self, my grandfather's nagging at me to get off the Internet so that he can use the phone and everything else.
Most of all, I know this will mean another phase to our lives, but there's nothing we can't adapt to anyway. After all, like Andrew says, we are all "hardy people". *smiles*
I've grown to love Scruffy, her cute little ways and her round butt. I've grown to love the fuzzballs that appear in my room periodically and I know I'll miss them sorely.
It seems like I had better find a job for myself seeing that everybody is on attachment. But how to when I have other commitments?
I'm still munching on cashew nuts while typing this post. I've accidentally stumbled upon my pandora box, dusty and unopened somewhere out there. Upon a hindsight, within a mouse click, I deleted it.
Because there's no need for a Pandora Box when life these days seems so happy and satisfying. While other people flutter by, never settling on one; while others seem to envy those butterflies for their attractive selves; I don't because I'm soaring high above those butterflies - buoyed by the summer within me.
Now, that seemed a little out of sorts for my own writing. I wonder why. Back to what happened on a fine Sunday shopping trip at Metro with my mum. Metro was having a 20% sale and my mum went a little mad - she bought 2 types of eye cream for herself (and me to share of course), 2 lipsticks, 1 powder, and somemore pampering for herself. For me she decided to beautify her fast-growing-up daughter - a liquid eyeliner and...*holds breath* a Double Lash: a nutritive treatment that lengthens and strengthens lashes, helps stimulate faster growth and protects them. Oh gosh. Why the hell did I even mention the word "mascara". *slaps forehead*
Oh and I have to tell you this - the 2nd level toilet at Century Square is AMAZING. Its been there so long and I haven't stepped into it all this while..I must have been living my entire life in campus. Exclusively hers level 2 toilet is really made for the ladies. A full wall of full length mirrors, open-concept basins with bright lights (think Esplanade) and and and!!!...a make-up counter where you could perch on their high-stools and reapply your makeup - with a tissue box and small bin and a nice oval mirror to add to its finishing touch. Brillant!
Then my mother said, "You are out-dated liao lah. I've been here so many times and you look like a suaku standing here and staring at everything with your mouth wide open!"