Honestly, the world is a beautiful place. But it only is if you (especially you middle-aged ladies constantly peeved at every single thing that slows your mad rush home to see your precious 8 year old sons who presumably have swimming/dancing/piano/tuition/how-to-love-mom lessons fitted in their jam-packed schedules and who live like kings and enjoy making fools out of their maids and tuition teachers) stop and appreciate the world, smile more and stop scowling and tsk-ing (I mean, why do you even do that?) on the public transports. Because you just destroyed the enjoyable activity of travelling home for everybody. Thank you.

Why is my introspection still asleep at this hour? After having a rash bout onset caused by the nasty planktons preluding the symtoms, he stays asleep. It's 7.10pm now and I'm counting on your reply.

Next week is the week. There's always this week in all my terms in NUS.

It's that 7/10 week where all the project deadlines and presentations accumulate.
Just for the soul-sufferers, just for me.

And the stubborn mule in me is still clutching tightly to my weekend freedom, unrelenting; unwilling.

I don't care. You don't make me give up the few things that matter so much to me.

These lessons. They just don't stop.

Mad week. Face it.

Finally, tomorrow is the day.

I think not only the NS boys but the girlfriends too should be given a celebration.

22 months ago the boy was just enlisted. No doubt it was a long journey. Albeit it being rocky, we still made it. :D

Still remembered the 10min nightly calls, stringent Saturday dates and the before book-in Sunday dinners during Ocs days which were especially depressing. Then we got over it and then comes Mexico days. Who'd think there's something worse than meeting only once a week? With a 13 hour time difference, he was still there for me whenever he's awake.

Sigh. I can't appreciate this guy more. And instead of straying in that four months, he'd spent nights at home reading for his A's all for a better future for us.

And then came the better days, days where he can come to pick me after work and we'd have dinners and such.

Thankfully, we can maintain this lifestyle till maybe the next time he goes for exchange.

Happy 32nd Monthsary, congrats on your A level results and on your Ord, baby! The uni suffering days lie ahead! Hehehe. ^^

Okay. And now that's school have started, the insanity has begun yet again. Strangefully and thankfully I suppose, I'm not facing this onset with dread and weariness like I always do. On the contrary, I'm actually enjoying my school days. Perhaps I've taken a vacation too long that I've grown horribly sick of enjoyment. Oh my goodness that statement was just sad. It exemplifies the fact that I've just turned into a true blue (for the lack of a better colour) nerd. Let me now forsake the wonderment of the ever enticing web and retreat into my minute, greyscale world.

Just kidding. Haha. After all I'm currently typing away in a bus bound for home and lunch (though breakfast will make a better representation) and I have nothing else to do for another good 50 minutes.

Let's now celebrate the instating of my new suffer-device: the braceface adornment. Now I really do appreciate it when people say that they feel like they have a mouthful of metal because in every literal sense it is true. And of course my obedient teeth have been hard at work shifting at the expense of my pain and agony and that is not an exaggeration at all. Well at least all is settled for now until this morning when my lower bracket is strangely colliding with my upper tooth when I take a bite. It's a really light collision but of course my spiteful upper tooth did not take it lightly. It just threatened to shift out of place if this abuse continues but of course I didn't give two hoots about that spoilt brat. I've decided to wait the next tightening before complaining to my dentist.

Okay I guess I will stop here. I'm about to puke. Oh have I mentioned that I have motion-sickness? Especially when I'm reading in a bus. Now I know it's equally unreceptive to typing in a bus.
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