because this is a post upon having not written for two months.

in the midst of a random outburst of laughter and reminiscing on old HMC times with Nicole and Carissa, we went into the subject of blogging. and i thought, hmmm, i had not updated this page in a really long while. it didn't occur to me to write at all then because it was such a rare ocassion that the three of us girls could sit down and actually talk or in other words, heehaaheehaaa together because college life has made it so busy for us that the only time we do meet up is for a quick lunch or sitting together in class. busy, tough, but the good kind of tough. i always love a challenge, even if it involved killing brain cells to produce thirteen pages of research-based on articles.


today was just a fortuitous one as i was reminded how lucky i am to have these two as my soulmates friends version, as Carissa would put it. never would i be able to find people who could understand and accept me for how i am, both for being a rather obvious, butterfly-type extrovert and equivalently, a tired-by-constant-talking, unshowing introvert. i think it is definitely rare to meet people that you can have a decent conversation with; whose walls when are broken down, have magnificent gardens behind them. because to be frank, and quite brutal, most people have nothing but unfermented soil behind their walls. and being a shallow and admitting lover of beauty, i get disinterested really fast with people who have nothing to stand for.

what do i stand for though?

tough a question, tougher to answer. 

something easier to write about: today i went for my sister's cocktail dinner event at her college today, of which she played one of the main chefs in charge. i would normally feel rather awkward standing in a crowd of people who were constantly looking around at others, mentally judging as they stare at you up and down... but i guess the food made me ignore it almost completely.

cookie monster dessert version says hello 

i felt rather nice when i managed to hold a conversation with one of the lecturers there who turned out to be my mother's friend. i exchanged simple opinions and thoughts with him about psychology and philosophy when he brought up the topic with me. always exciting to meet someone who speaks the same language as the current course that i am in. only upon finally leaving the event was i enlightened that he has a pHd doctorate in philosophy. and i'm just o___o sincerely hoping i didn't make a fool out of myself when i didn't pronounce Rene' Descartes' name properly.


all in all,
the best way to end a day is when you come home to a cup of hot tea, unzipping out of a barely-breathable dress and into a loose pyjamas dress with a rabbit cartoon on it.


Chelsea Hotel No. 2- Lana Del Rey