Is that all to it?

When we've finally reached the end of this treacherous journey, we looked back, no longer being able to dwell in the past.

Moving foward, its difficult, it really is.
Back to having no more goals, no more dreams to fulfill, no more wild imaginations.
No matter how many dreams i want to undertake with one hand, its not possible to fulfill them all.



I couldnt sleep well the past few nights, the whole world is probably asleep, yet i woke up in the midst of it.
Clearly knowing im never alone who feels this way.

life is too short for us to waste it.

Work on Chinese New Year's eve.

China Square may be dead silent after 4pm, but watch the crowd after 8, its back.
and i wonder how it is like.
they are probably slamming at midnight now.

Reunion dinner couldnt be any better, like how it is every year. Every one gathers, eat the widespread grandma has prepared wholeheartedly, and talk about anything after dinner.

The usual 11 of us this year, including the new maid my aunt hired to look after my grandpa , that would make us a whole 12!

Yati, she is really nice, ive never came across such a jovial maid, i wouldnt even call her a maid, she is more like a caretaker, a friend to my grandparents , and she is willing to help out in any single thing, am so glad she could actually clique on so well with my grandma! language was no barrier as well, she is smart , everything is falling into place now im relieved.

Past midnight now, the variety show is still on and my parents are still watching the game.

Chinese new year just meant another new beginning i guess?

When you have just got a few weeks left.

The path ahead seems so bleak when you know everything is bound to be over.
Where you've came from, where you've started, where you've progressed and where you've ended.

I just cant believe the path that ive always taken is coming to an end soon.
Fulfilled, believed, soared, stumbled, faltered, perspired, conquered, anticipated and worked through all the nights and tears.
Past tense now, but yet it remains vague.

FYP submission down, its only left with model submission but im living school everyday, because i know that studio up there in level 6 will cease to be ours. We are leaving it with a state of accomplishment yet unbearable.
Leaving it to the success of the ones taking over, we know that the efforts will be carried on by them.

im going to miss everything in school. why is graduation this sad at all?

Time is running out.

Im still lost in transition.
so much so that its left with five good minutes and myself.

Running against time,
Embracing the night,
Sleeping with the light,
another mountain to climb.

We are happy because he is.

Grandpa looks pleased with his new haircut.
He has been awaiting a haircut eagerly for weeks and because he cant go down on his own now, me and jo brought him.
He claimed that he got to take 30mins to walk there, its 3 blocks away but he took just 10mins!

He could have an instillation of faith, overcoming the psychological barrier and walking with ease.

In any other way, we are just happy as long as he is.

To look back, smile, acknowledge, contemplate
and be appreciative of all that you have went through.

Cause one thing is for sure,
You will be made stronger.

In the midst of all the trauma.

FYP, Graduation show, Budgets for it, flea markets, open house, different hindsights,
social cohesion, on-off shin splint, bombarding questions and more.

Tell me, when it all stops.
Because it never will.
This amount of pressure is taking its toll on me
yet all i see is a thread with different knots.


Flea sales and manicure @ de' open house:
which failed terribly:/ Efforts were made, but no efforts were reaped.

Still hanging on the lifeline then and now.