Picking up the pieces, walking back into the light

Have been busy trying to mug the past week with futile attempts to succeed at getting the chapters read. Fortunately, the more important ones are done while the rather important ones are semi done. Not enough water, getting abit too unkempt and having tons of sleep debts. That's the way Uni life should be ain't it? Yucks but no point trying to fight that at the expense of my grades. 




Tenderness and Gentleness of Mother Mary + proud of my flawless complexion despite having little sleep + mugger bunby and what's on his lappt + snooby humping chubby + beautiful silhouette.


Attempt at an artistic shot of nuggets galore, colourful spread of sauces and a bun's watch.

Studying out = Spending wayyy too much money on food.



Social Cog mid term tomorrow. Back to the books for now.

Ain't it amazing the wonders of relationships? Ain't it intriguing the mysteries of emotions? Ain't it subtle the powers of communication?

I guess this explains why I'm a psychology major. LOL.

It just gets me wondering how people can not say a word and ideas are exchanged through eye contact. Even if there were no eye contact, it's amusing that even the way people breathe can say so much. Why is it that we can feel a surge of emotions through mere silence? How do we know that we are being cherished for our presence when one does not say and act like it? The subtleness of a tiny-weeny-puny action can mean an enormously clear expression of Love. What process does it go through to become from a tiny action to such a huge expression?

WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY? Tis seems to irk me. 

Just back from a touching birthday celebration.





K-ing in effing huge room concert-style + CB bros exchanging gifts + Kian's bday outing + Bday boy's raybans + Late-night supper with ET + Snooby the snoopdog snuggling + Hao-ge pestering us to go partey with him.