Sunday Morning Sun Is Shining

Just came home after a 3-hr walk covering Kent Ridge Park, Mount Faber and Keppel Bay which is estimated to be around 14km. I must say that I'm pretty proud of myself for actually waking up at 8am despite having less than 3 hours of sleep last night (because I promised to help a relative with something) and driving all the way from Pasir Ris to the twisting slopes of Mount Faber, after not touching the steering wheel for almost 5 months. I was really reluctant to drive.. because I didn't want to be sleep-driving, especially when my skills are already so rusty. But my dad made me do it because light traffic in the morning will provide good opportunities for me to practice. So I did it. :( And I guess I shouldn't have worried about sleep-driving because I was soooooo tensed up in the driver's seat I forgot I was sleep deprived. e_e

I figured people like me really got to be pushed. Hard.
Or I'll never be able ot achieve anything or make any improvements.

Right now I'm chillin' at home with aching calf muscles and sunburnt shoulders, which is good because being fully wrapped up in winter has made me turn fair again and I hate it! A lot of my personal preferences changed as I grew up but it seem slike my liking for copper-toned skin never did... Also things like chocolate abs are also more attractive (to me) because of the dark shade ehehe. *u*

What a blue day it was!

Back In Town Yo

Huuuuuurrah! *stretches comfortably* It feels so, so good to be home. :') A temporary goodbye to everything in Shanghai: winter, shiverings, heavy coats, socks, boots, school, cycling, dormitory etc. and a good o' hello to everything in Singapore: humid summer, sweat, short sleeves, shorts, slippers, local food... oh god, I missed everything so much when I was away.

I guess it wasn't as bad for me as compared to the rest because after all, Shanghai is another home of mine. A place I'll always feel connected to. I won't lie and say that I feel an equal sense of belonging to both cities, but I won't put one above another either. Because they mean different things to me... and they will always matter to me. Always. And I know that because everytime I return to either city, it always feels like I've never left the place before. I've never woken up in Singapore wondering why am I no longer feeling cold, nor woken up in Shanghai feeling unused to the cold. It's weird. I'm guessing my body got used to my double identity, hehe.

One month is actually really short and I keep reminding myself to make full use of it, to do the things I planned to do, eat everything I craved overseas, and meet everyone I've been missing for the past 4 months or so. :( The art of maintaining relationships is something I would actually fail if it was a subject in school. And the fact that I'm fully aware of it is actually really frustrating. 

... just want to say that I missed y'all. :'/

Instafood

1. Häagen-Dazs on New Year Eve. / 2. Toffee Caramel Cheesecake at Chartres. / 3. Made pasta with mushroom potage on a lonely winter night, ingredients c/o Pris. / 4. Breakfast, thank you so much. / 5. White chocolate mocha! / 6. 张君雅小妹妹's yummy chocolate rings! / 7. Yogurt, aka a desperate attempt to balance out my unhealthy diet. / 8. Sandwich, coffee, laptop at S.I.T cafe. / 9. Tiny spoonful of my mushroom potage pasta hehe.

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Pastel

1. Wooden calendar and storybook found on my cousin's bedside table. / 2. New phone casing. / 3. Dried roses. / 4. Trix! In my adorable lunchbox from Daiso. / 5. All kinds of lovely. / 6. My friend's mum sent her a little paper Christmas tree with tiny ornaments hanging. Too cute! / 7. Autumn colours. / 8. Wallflowers. / 9. Mint sweater x Peter Pan collars

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Happy 2013

 

“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art—write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”

— Neil Gaiman